This weekend we went
fishing for pignons,
a small mollusk called Donax or bean clams in English. There are two
methods for finding them: 1) you scrape off layers of sand with a
trowel to expose the pignons and sift through the loose sand with
your fingers to get any that were close to the surface. This method
probably works better when there are lots of pignons, but since this
year the weather was oddly cold, there are fewer than usual. 2) you
look for small divets in the sand, the tiny breathing holes that give
away the pignons' hiding places. You stick your finger in the hole
and fish out the pignon. This worked quite well for me, because I
developed a knack for spotting the holes. I filled a hole bucket with
the pretty little mollusks, as did my host mom, sister, and grandpa.
I don't eat seafood, but
the pignons were pretty good because they mostly just taste like
garlic cream sauce, and they don't have that horrible ocean taste
that shrimp and oysters do.
It was a lovely day at the
beach, tinged with the nostalgia of my approaching departure. Being
so close to the end makes me feel like I should document every good
moment I have left.
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