The Long Suffering Husband has been randomly shouting ‘Clam Chowder’ since we arrived in California. This particular creamy fishy soup has been at the top of his holiday to-do list. The fact that he could say it in a funny way courtesy of The Simpsons has been a bonus.
Channelling my inner Buggs Bunny in reply, I have been saying, “Pismo beach and all the clams we can eat.”
Our drive to Pismo took us past a pretty lake, through farming country with vineyards, olive groves, polytunnels and hundreds of black cows. It didn’t feel that long of a drive but we went through Denmark, so it must have been.
I wonder why people move to new countries and replicate the one they came from?
I’m happy to report that there were no Pismo beach disasters (Clueless reference), the LSH got his clam chowder and we are both feeling well rested before our three day walking holiday in Yosemite.
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