Pamela's Clam Dip

My friend Pamela is a old-fashioned girl with a modern twist.She loves tradition and history and longevity of friendships, but she knows how to jazz things up to make them seem fresh and new and interesting.  There is always fun to be had when Pam is around!

You can see just how much fun Pamela is having on her lifestyle blog Pamela Says.  So many friends asked her for advice on travel, entertaining, fashion, cooking and restaurants, Pam started a blog to share her latest discoveries.  You can read about her latest trips, her favorite San Francisco restaurants, her friends latest finds, her best recipes.  You can even read about my birthday lunch last summer at Rose Story Farm!  You definitely don't want to miss it.

Clam dip sounds like a 1950's appetizer…and it essentially is.  I can picture my mother serving it with big ruffley potato chips in a bowl the size of a lampshade.  Well Pamela's Clam Dip has changed things up a bit.  She takes it up a notch serving it in silver bowls and adding cucumbers and carrots and a colorful array of veggies to take a dip.

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Just like Pam, this dip has the comfort of a trusted old friend but is as fresh and new as a teenage romance.

"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." -Marcel Proust


Pamela's Clam Dip

6 ounce can minced clams, drained, with juice reserved 6 ounce block cream cheese, room temperature 3/4 cup Best Foods mayonnaise 2 dashes Worcestershire Sauce 1 tsp lemon juice 2 T minced shallot 1 clove garlic, minced

Cream the mayonnaise with the cream cheese and mix in all ingredients. Thin to your liking with about 2 tsp. of reserved clam juice.  Serve with Ruffles potato chips and sliced vegetables.


Dreamy Figs for Thom

Sometimes your children surprise you.  They say something and you look at them thinking, "Who are you and what have you done with my child?"

That is exactly what happened in late 2010 when Firstborn Daughter said she wanted to talk to me about her 21st birthday.  I had been anticipating this conversation for years because Firstborn Daughter is an extrovert to the extreme.  There is not a person she won't talk to and not a party she won't attend.  She sent me a card for my birthday that year, knowing how much it would remind me of her.  It was covered in gold sparkles and quoted "One Cannot Have Too Large A Party."  So when I say I was anticipating the conversation about her 21st birthday, I was actually dreading it.

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My mind starting am I going to let her down easy?  How am I going to tell her that we are not going to invite all her 1,400 facebook "friends" to Vegas.  We are not going to rent out a New York Club with an all-night vodka ice slide.  I was calmly preparing for the "We Are Not" conversation as I braced myself.

She said, "I now have two friends my age who have been diagnosed with cancer.  I have an idea to raise money for others with a goal that I would reach by my 21st birthday. "  After I picked myself up off the floor and was able to respond positively without too much incredulousness and without flat out crying at her beauty, I listened to her idea.  It was of course, brilliant.

"I want to design a bracelet.  But not an ugly rubber one like those that millions of people buy.  I want to design something fashionable and simple and sell it for $21 so it is still affordable but people would actually want to wear it.  I would partner with a nonprofit so people could donate the money to the charity.  I would ask everyone to buy them instead of giving me a birthday present this year."

I loved her idea and after excitedly talking about how she could get started, I asked what her goal was.  I was thinking $1,000 or even $5,000 was doable and was an admirable goal.  Without a pause she said, "I want to raise $21,000."  Wow.  That's a lot of bracelets.  But there was not a doubt in her mind that she could do it.  And by the end of our conversation, I was almost convinced that she could.

She already had a charity in mind.  She started calling.  And calling.  And emailing.  And calling.  The holidays came and went and she finally got a meeting with someone.  She called me after the meeting feeling dejected.  The charity said they were happy to let her use their name for the campaign, but they could not give her any input, support or promote the bracelets in any way.  They would accept the money that she raised.  It was not the relationship she was hoping for and caused her to second-guess her idea.    As fate would have it, because fate sometimes works in funny ways, one of her friends with cancer died the following week, in January 2011, at age 21.

Firstborn Daughter and I were heartbroken.  Sarah had been diagnosed in high school and had gone in and out of remission for years, allowing her to experience and accomplish amazing things.  She had traveled, given speeches, gone sky diving, visited friends, wrote stories, and attended Stanford University.  We were fortunate to be amongst those friends she visited.  Firstborn Daughter reminisced about Sarah's visit and the fun they had.  We both laughed about Sarah telling us she got a Mini-Cooper for her birthday.  Sarah said, "Yeah.  My parents NEVER would have gotten me that nice of a car if I didn't have cancer."  Sarah knew how to look for The Silver Linings and kept us all laughing while she found them.

Firstborn Daughter said, "I am definitely doing my bracelet campaign.  For Sarah.  I need my 21st birthday to mean something."  And fate stepped in again.  I was going to a meeting that very night for National Charity League (NCL) because they were introducing us to a nonprofit that NCL would be supporting in the coming year.  It was called Dream Foundation.  And they support the final wishes of terminal adults. (Other organizations only grant to age 18.)  The founder, Thomas Rollerson was speaking that night.  I asked Firstborn Daughter if that charity fit her needs and if I should see if they liked her idea.  "Yes!  What a perfect fit!  I could support the dreams of people who may not even make it to age 21," was her enthusiastic response.

Everything happens for a reason.... The response from the Dream Foundation founder Thom was "Yes! Yes! Yes!"  I still remember his boyhood excitement over the idea that I could barely get out of my mouth before he responded.  We all knew it was meant to be.  They had just received a dream request that very day for a girl to have a 21st birthday party, which would be the dreamer's last time to gather with family and friends. I still get chills just thinking about it.

Firstborn Daughter wearing DREAM FOR 21 bracelets.

Firstborn Daughter did it.  She took a little idea, and a lot of hard work and compassion, and allowed 21 people to have a final dream come true as her 21st birthday gift to herself.  Her DREAM FOR 21 campaign for Dream Foundation raised over $40,000, one bracelet at a time.  And that isn't even the end of the story.  Dream Foundation found another compassionate 20-year-old, Annabel, to design a bracelet and support the next campaign.  The dream goes on….you can buy your DREAM FOR 21 bracelet here to support someone's final dream.  And yes.  It is still just $21.

Dream Foundation, and the amazing generosity of spirit surrounding the organization, has changed my world.  Our whole family supports it, especially Baby Girl who worked tirelessly to help her sister's campaign and create new youth programs at Dream Foundation.  The enthusiasm of the founder (who is now my good friend) permeates the offices of the foundation.  The staff are warm and caring and friendly.  It is like walking into a big hug each time you enter their offices.  And Thom's infectious, loving charm makes any day you see him a better day.

What a smile!

Thom and I and our significant others went for a beach walk the other day, followed by cocktails and snacks.  I threw together a pretty little platter with my garden figs to eat while we sat out enjoying the beautiful fall day.  The combination of flavors was delicious.  Looking back at photos of my happy platter of figs warms my heart with the joy of knowing Thom and being part of Dream Foundation.  Life is but a dream.

Dreamy White Figs.

"One cannot have too large a party." - Jane Austen


Dreamy Figs for Thom

3 fresh figs, not too soft (I used white) 2 oz goat cheese 2 T mandarin marmalade (or any citrus jam or marmalade) fresh ground pepper to taste flake salt to taste

Slice figs crossways to make 1/4 thick rounds. Top with a healthy crumble of goat cheese drizzle with jam (warm up for easier drizzling) grind pepper and sprinkle salt on top


Linda's Pumpkin Soup

Linda is my little sister.I guess since I am now 52, I shouldn't call her my "little" sister anymore. Regardless, that is what she is to me and by the time Linda was born, Mom and Dad already had four other children aged 5, 8, 9 and 10 and lots of family photos had been taken.  Mom and Dad were busy with their five children so I guess they weren't pulling out the camera very often after 1966.  It has been the source of endless jokes in our family.  My brothers teased Linda with a vengeance, as brothers can do, about the lack of photos with all five of us.  She was adopted.  We found her on the porch.  She really belongs to Mrs. McGilicudy (the made-up-name for our scary old lady neighbor). It couldn't have been easy to be the youngest of five rambunctious children.

Obviously, there were SOME photos of her and she knew that they were teasing her.  But, boys will be boys and little girls can be unsure about life and so it was a fun game they liked to play until she cried, which continued well into her adult life (the game, not the crying).  I can't help but smile and point out that when I compiled images for my initial posts in My Story, someone was noticeably missing from my photos.

 I feel it necessary to confirm that Linda, also known in years gone by as Boo, is indeed one of my siblings, she was born into our family, and we all love her dearly.

The Flick Five - about 1970

But I can't confirm that I was always thrilled to be photographed with her.

Linda and Me - about 1969

Who am I kidding?  I really just wanted to document my amazing and diverse fashion sense.  I wish I had that plaid jumper and flowered skirt today.  Things have not changed much in some areas.  I could still dress like  Austin Powers one day and Frida Kahlo the next.

As mentioned in My Story...Part 3, we did not grow up cooking. Linda sailed through high school, college and young adult life focusing on all kinds of wonderful pursuits, none of which was cooking.  Then in her 30's, she decided it was time.  She showed up to Thanksgiving and declared she had made something to share.  We were afraid...oh so afraid. This was my little sister who thought opening a can of soup was cooking.  Knowing what our minds were thinking, she said, "No really.  My friend Michael gave me this great recipe for Pumpkin Soup and it is really easy and really good." Being the supportive sister that I try but don't always manage to be, I fake smiled and agreed to serve it to everyone as a starter.

Lo, and behold.  It was delicious. I have made this soup dozens of times and been asked for the recipe equally as many times.  It IS easy, It IS good, and Linda's Pumpkin Soup is a Fall family favorite.

Thank you Boo.


"A sister smiles when one tells one's stories - for she knows where the decoration has been added." -Chris Montaigne


Linda's Pumpkin Soup

1/4 cup butter 1 cup chopped yellow onion 1 garlic clove, crushed 1 tsp (or more) curry powder 1/2 tsp salt 1/8 to 1/4 tsp ground coriander 1/8 tsp crushed red pepper 3 cups chicken broth 1-3/4 cups pumpkin (14 oz.) 1 cup 1/2 & 1/2 creme fraiche (or sour cream) and chives for garnish

In a large saucepan, melt butter and saute onion and garlic over med/low heat until soft (about 3-5 minutes).  Take care not to burn the garlic! Add curry, salt, coriander and red pepper flakes.  Cook 1 minute. Add chicken broth and boil gently uncovered 15-20 minutes. Stir in pumpkin, add 1/2 & 1/2 and cook 5 minutes. Pour into blender and blend until smooth. Return to pot to heat through. Serve sprinkled with chopped chives and a dollop of creme fraiche.

Note:  A super-fun treat, especially for kids, is to serve this in a pumpkin.  Scrape clean a pumpkin and fill it with the warm soup.  Put the pumpkin on a baking sheet in the oven and heat at 325 degrees for about 15-20 minutes.