The signs of spring are everywhere. The snow is all but melted. The sun has been shining more consistently. Hostas and snowbells are sprouting in the yard. Those annoying morning doves have taken up residence outside of my office window, beginning their cooing at dawn.
But I don't need these obvious signs to tell me spring is on its way. I can listen only to my stomach, which seems to have its own internal calendar and is already craving fresh seafood--homemade Littleneck clam chowder, lobster rolls made fresh off the boat at the marina, mussels steamed in white wine and garlic.
Speaking of mussels: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=124319594&sc=fb&cc=fp
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