4 cups fresh clams
1 cup bacon, cut into small pieces
3 small onions, finely diced
3 cups boiling water
1 1/2 pounds potatoes, peeled and diced
Black pepper, freshly ground
3 cups milk
Crumbled crackers, to serve
1 cup bacon, cut into small pieces
3 small onions, finely diced
3 cups boiling water
1 1/2 pounds potatoes, peeled and diced
Black pepper, freshly ground
3 cups milk
Crumbled crackers, to serve
Shuck the clams or steam them open using a little white wine. Keep the juice. Slowly fry the bacon and onions until golden; transfer to a saucepan. Add the boiling water, potatoes and pepper and simmer for about 15 minutes or until potatoes are tender. Add clams, wine, and milk. Bring to boil, cook for 5 minutes. Remove from the heat and allow to sit for 1 hour.
Before serving, reheat chowder. Ladle into bowls, and serve with crumble crackers over.
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Enjoying a meal with loved ones has significance that may not be readily recognized by our consciousness, but it is there, rooted perhaps in our very DNA; To dine together is to offer up whatever we have, to willingly set aside differences for even a few moments, and engage with one another.
My best friend, Scarlett and I get together every week and have dinner together with our kids. We have been cooking together for so long, and the laughter and hilarity we share over a pot or a pan never ceases to take my breath away.
As a child, I remember my grandparent’s tiny colonial home filled to capacity, smells and aromas torturing me, until the meal was served. Roasted beef, grilled lamb, pork roasts, sea food of every description would be served to a lucky group.
We invest so much of ourselves in the preparation of a meal. We create with our mind and palate, employing physical skills and devoting our full attention to the dish. We invest our mind, body and soul. The affection you feel for someone is reflected in the effort required to create a truly great meal.
There a picnic I’ll never forget, my boyfriend thoughtfully packed all my favorites. That day; those flavors, the sounds and smells are all burned forever into my mind, and even when I’m 80 I’ll remember the zing of the cheese, or the sweetness of the berries in the fruit salad. I’ll remember the rotisserie chicken falling off the bone and the creaminess of the potato salad and how the chocolate torte melted in my mouth.
More than anything food and sharing a meal with people is what says “Love.”
Enjoying a meal with loved ones has significance that may not be readily recognized by our consciousness, but it is there, rooted perhaps in our very DNA; To dine together is to offer up whatever we have, to willingly set aside differences for even a few moments, and engage with one another.
My best friend, Scarlett and I get together every week and have dinner together with our kids. We have been cooking together for so long, and the laughter and hilarity we share over a pot or a pan never ceases to take my breath away.
As a child, I remember my grandparent’s tiny colonial home filled to capacity, smells and aromas torturing me, until the meal was served. Roasted beef, grilled lamb, pork roasts, sea food of every description would be served to a lucky group.
We invest so much of ourselves in the preparation of a meal. We create with our mind and palate, employing physical skills and devoting our full attention to the dish. We invest our mind, body and soul. The affection you feel for someone is reflected in the effort required to create a truly great meal.
There a picnic I’ll never forget, my boyfriend thoughtfully packed all my favorites. That day; those flavors, the sounds and smells are all burned forever into my mind, and even when I’m 80 I’ll remember the zing of the cheese, or the sweetness of the berries in the fruit salad. I’ll remember the rotisserie chicken falling off the bone and the creaminess of the potato salad and how the chocolate torte melted in my mouth.
More than anything food and sharing a meal with people is what says “Love.”
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