We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Regular readers know I am no fan of pasta but if you stick with the Italian traditions (I am married to a half-Italian), the Vigilia on Christmas Eve is a fast day - meaning tons of seafood. And in southern Italy, a mean without a primi is no meal at all.
I've never refused a well-made Linguine alla Vongole. Delicious. Those European and Mediterranean clams are small, sweet, and just right. Around here in Yankeeland, you just have to find the smallest Littlenecks you can find and if overcooked, they get too chewy.
It's how to do pasta too - cook with the sauce in the pan. Never on top. Usually needs some of the pasta water too.