Jess Thomson

I intentionally sped through gritty Aberdeen, hometown of the late Kurt Cobain, and back to the same shore, only farther south, past a church whose marquee read, “Clamming boots welcome at worship.” (Perhaps that’s what Cobain meant when he sang, "Come as you are.")

Ever since a recent visit to the Modernist Cuisine Lab, I cannot stop thinking about geoduck. Yes, I’ve got a giant clam on the brain.