I’ve been studying nutrition for chronic pain in class and learned about the benefits of Vitamin B12 for ouchy dogs.
With Sarah in mind as my test subject, I carefully researched the best sources of Vitamin B12 I could add to her diet without increasing the caloric intake significantly. It is the humble clam that contains the most B12 per gram than any other food.
Canned clams are not a consideration because who knows what contaminants got through in the processing? Fresh is what it has to be.
The not so funny thing about fresh clams is that they’re alive, right up to many seconds after placing them into the steamer.
I presented myself several times at the seafood counter of my local grocery store, only to lose my nerve and return home absent the magical all natural Vitamin B12 boost for Sarah.
After a few weeks, I finally mustered the courage and purchased 6 fresh clams. Since I have never prepared clams before, I asked for advice at the seafood counter.
I was instructed to first put the clams in the refrigerator in a bowl of water for a couple of hours to allow them to ‘burp’ out any toxins they may have ingested, then place them in a rapidly boiling steamer until the shells open.
I can do this!
I figured, if fresh water is good, salt water would be better to ‘burp’ the clams in. Remember, we have a salt water aquarium. I put some salt water in a bowl, added the clams, then placed them in the refrigerator.
A while later, I prepared the double boiler, and brought the water to a rapid boil.
I then went to the refrigerator to retrieve the clams. It was as I was reaching for the first clam, the first clam to be placed in the double boiler, the first live clam to be exposed to the steam of rapidly boiling water, that I noticed all 6 clams had extended their feet. But as I reached for that first clam, all 6 quickly retracted their feet.
That was soooo not good!
I only had one choice at that point.
Wesley sticking his foot out today was the first sign of life I’ve seen since Thursday. There’s been no movement out of the other 5, at least so far. Realistically, we can’t put too much hope in any of them surviving, but at least they have a better shot in a salt water aquarium than a cooking pot.
It is our sincerest hope that tomorrow morning Wesley will be burrowed into the sand, never to be seen again, and that he won’t realize he’s no longer in the sea. It is also our hope that, like the dogs, Wesley forgets he came from a bad place – a bed of ice at the seafood counter of a grocery store.
Welcome to Run A Muck Ranch Wesley Clam! May you live a long and sedentary life!