Tonight, I’m channeling my inner Italian ma to make a mess of spaghetti alle vongole, something I first had at an Italian restaurant in Boston’s North End in 1972 (although, of course, it was prolly linguini).

I don’t ‘member the name of the joint, but it was big and bustling. I’ve been thinking about this dish all day and I only just realized that it was because of the convention coverage.

I’m gonna use this exceedingly simple recipe, ‘cuz I’m too lazy to fight the shells tonight.

Next time, bivalves, next time!