Only say he go muchee to clam bake, go fishee and much smokee.
Well, that means there isn't any clam bake coming up, that's certain.
But I am getting the worst of it, for dad and his clothes smell so much like a clam bake that it makes me sick.
Thus began and ended our first lesson in the Chinook jargon, and our first experience with a clam bake.
And I guess Mrs. Noah had been to many a clam bake, for she knew just how to roast them in a pile of seaweed and red hot stones.
I was at a 'clam bake' in New England once, and I know how to make these mussels and corn taste well.