In doing my Portuguese recipe search, I learned that pork is a heavy favorite. And I just adore seafood so Lombo de Porco com Ameijoas, or Portuguese pork with clams for those of us English speakers was my happy place on this one.

From sausages to stews, the Portuguese embrace the other white meat and serve it in all variations and all cuts.  Corn farming in the 17th and 18th centuries meant pigs were plentiful, though it was largely considered peasant food, shunned by the rich in lieu of game.  One of those most traditional pork dishes adds a seafood element:  Lombo de Porco com Amêijoas, or pork with clams. It sounded like a weird combo in my head. That, and I’ve never cooked with clams,  really only putting them in the context of a clam bake or steamed with wine.  Time for something new.

Sometimes I find it hard to cook for one, particularly when it comes to making more stew-y type things.  Packages tend to be one size fits all, so usually it ends up being more food than I need for just myself before I get tired of eating whatever I made.  It’s for this reason that sometimes I find shopping at a more expensive butcher to be the way to go.  My freezer is perpetually overstuffed, and I’ve found it’s better to spend maybe more per pound on something than paying more in general for too much food.  Another upside of this is that my ingredients are always fresh.  In the case of these clams, very fresh.  Like I said before, I’d never cooked with clams, and therefore never bought them.  Did you know are alive upon purchase? I did not. I must have sounded pretty dumb when the fishmonger handed me an open plastic bag of clams on ice. “So…I need to keep this bag open? Don’t you have to seal it?”  “No, best to keep it open,” he replied.  “Umm…ok.”   I then started to panic because I had not intended on making the pork that day, but was now afraid my clams would die and no longer be good if I waited the next day and surely, they’d suffocate in the fridge overnight, right?  Unsure of what to do, I kept them on ice on my counter until the next evening and they seemed to be okay with that. I’m still here to tell the tale, so clearly no strange bacteria manifested from the wait.