Last time Shep dropped off some clams to me I covered it here, so I want to steam this batch a little differently. I decided to use up some leftover rose wine and some garlic and onion.
We have an old expression you still hear sometimes in Gloucester. When you know someone who is a cut above the rest, works hard, plays hard, doesn't brag or complain, they are the "finestkind." My friend Shep Means is one such individual. I've never seen the guy without a smile, even after a day digging... Continue Reading →