I've read a couple of Betty MacDonald's autobiographical accounts of her life in the Pacific Northwest. In both books she mentions hunting for geoducks and how delightful it was when her family successfully got one after hours of digging. What? Digging for hours? Huh?
Sunday, March 02, 2008
What the heck is a geoduck? And yes I'm pronouncing it gee-oh-duck the entire time I'm reading about them.
I took a nap yesterday thinking about geoducks. They held on to the siphon or neck? Neck? I dreamt about digging in the sand for this wonderful creature and how happy I'd be to take it home and cook it up for my family, just like Betty.
When I awoke from my nap I decided I had to go Google geoduck to see what they are.
I don't want to hunt for geoducks anymore, or eat them, or dream about them. No thanks.
How incredibly accurate the man in the following video is when he refers to people from Kansas.
You Pacific Northwesterners are brave, brave, brave and a tiny bit crazy people.