Recently, I was thinking about all of the questionable things I eat to this day, because of the positive associations I have between these marginal food items, and memories of time spent with my dad. Snacking was of great importance to both of my parents; a plate of vegetables and dip would almost always appear before dinner, for example, and my dad’s late-night trays of celery ribs spread with both cream cheese and peanut butter were legendary.
Every occasion, it seemed, provided a new opportunity for snacking. Company in the evening meant cocktails with trays piled with cucumber sandwiches, while an airing of “The Wonder Years” or VHS-taped episodes of David Letterman from the night before* meant that someone would be cracking into a bag of Pepperidge Farm “Geneva” cookies. And just when you thought the cookies were gone, you could pull out the paper divider to find another layer of dark chocolate and walnuts.
*Unrelated detail that seems to bear mentioning: My dad and I would watch sitcoms together at night in my parent’s room. It was a special time when just the two of us would hang out, in a house full of lots of other kids. There was a chimney running next to the head of the bed, and pounded into the cement between the bricks was a tiny nail, and hanging from that tiny nail was a pair of antique doctor’s forceps, which my dad occasionally used as a roach clip and which probably had much more of a bearing on the amount of snacking going on at the time than I perhaps understood.
My mom’s snacks were always fancy; some good cheese, maybe, or the kind of fancy lady crackers that have seeds on them and come in divided plastic trays, spread with pate, a squeeze of lemon juice, and a few capers, or steamed artichokes, with leaves that she would remove one at a time and plunge headfirst into a fat tablespoon of mayonnaise. Though these snacks may align more closely with my grown-up snacking sensibilities, as a kid, my tastes tended to more closely resemble my dad’s. It’s his snacks that have shamefully stuck with me most, that trigger some deep-seated pleasure response in reaction to a mix of unholy amounts of fat, MSG, and a father’s (sometimes difficult to earn) approval.
Spaghetti in a can. Evaporated milk. Smoked oysters. Cheez-it crackers. Cream of Mushroom condensed soup. Steak-Umms. Saltine crackers spread with butter. And this: New England Clam Dip, made with an entire brick of cream cheese and a can (a can!) of chopped clams, and scooped up with Cape Cod kettle potato chips.
This is the stuff, my friends. The stuff that fueled evenings soaked with gin and episodes of “America’s Funniest Home Videos.” The stuff that packed at least 75 pounds on my dad’s previously wiry, seacaptain’s frame, and sent him snoozing to the barcalounger by 11PM. The stuff that made doctors scratch their heads, even as they upped his Lipitor dosage. It’s got no fresh ingredients, nothing artisinal, and nothing made locally. It’s also jaw-droppingly delicious, whether you’re swiping crunchy chips through it, or running your finger around the wet edge of the serving bowl in an effort to get every last precious drop.* And now that “prepackaged clam dip” no longer seems to be something that’s sold at the supermarket, I thought it was high time that I taught you to make it, too.
*True story: My dad used to store the clam dip leftovers in the plastic cream cheese tub. Once, as a teenager, I unknowingly spread some on a bagel. Even after realizing my mistake, the result was so delicious, that I ate the whole thing and never looked back.
Please remember that eating this means likely consuming an entire brick of cream cheese, likely in one sitting. This is not a snack that is good for you. In fact, I only allow myself a batch around once a year, usually around the holidays, and usually when I’m thinking about my papacito.
A delicious homemade clam dip that works great as a spread for chips or Ritz crackers.
- 1 8-oz block of Philadelphia cream cheese, softened
- 1 heaping tablespoon sour cream
- 1 6.5 ounce can minced clams (with about half of the liquid drained)
- 1/4 cup fresh parsley, finely chopped
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
- 1 teaspoon Sriracha (or your favorite hot sauce)
- Squeeze of lemon juice
- Salt and pepper, to taste
- Combine all ingredients in a bowl. Mix thoroughly to combine.