Eva’s Byte #320 – A Change of Heart

Inevitably…

A change of heart is part and parcel of evolving. It stands to reason we will change our opinion about something.

Living in Rhode Island, the “Ocean State,” known for its abundance of fresh seafood, clams take the cake: clamcakes, clam chowder, stuffies, red or white clam sauce over linguine, steamers and fried clams.

For years, I’ve consumed steamers (littlenecks) by the pound in drawn butter, and fried clams with tartar sauce sandwiched inside a toasted hot dog bun.

Make those “whole bellies” every time.

These days my change of heart derived from overthinking the contents of a clam’s belly going down my hatch: all of its soft tissue—heart, vein, foot or digger; sand; poop.

True, one can rinse the catch several times with cold water to wash away the grit and sand on their shells. If you cover the clams with fresh cold water and let them sit for twenty minutes, they’ll expunge any excess grit in their siphons.

So they say.

No longer having the gastronomical fortitude of yesteryear, I’m sticking to my change of heart by swearing off steamers and fried clams. That still leaves plenty of Rhode Island’s clammy cuisine for me to indulge at whim.

In my capacity of a writer, I recently had a change of heart regarding one of the minor characters in my Contemporary work in progress. Backtracking to Chapter 75, I expunged his previous course of action.

At this point in time, I’m closing in on Chapter 77.

*May every change of heart be a decision without regret.

My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.

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