aftermath

this is in some sense the aftermath of a meal. these shells are tellines, tiny clams from the mediterranean, which we ate for lunch on a sunny terrace in november, an experience that still feels surreal to a pair of minnesotans checking their wintry feeds from home. when lunch was over, we started arranging the little double wings into patterns on the table, and when it became clear that this was going somewhere, we rinsed them clean, and i brought out some of my white still blog paper, and let my very patient husband with slight ocd tendencies go to town.

tellines (clams)