Father’s Day is coming up this weekend and clam dip always makes me think of my father. He used to love to eat clam dip with potato chips and beer on a Sunday afternoon while he watched football.
I may not be in New England, but I still crave clam chowder in the wintertime. Even here in Southern California, it’s comforting to have something warm and nourishing on a cold winter night. It may not be blustery cold and snowing in Los Angeles, we do feel the chill in our bones.
I took my daughter her to the pediatrician the other day for year two-year check up. I was shocked to find out that she is slightly anemic. 10-12 is normal; she’s an 8.