We have our East Coast family with us this week. Before they left they asked if we wanted anything brought from home. We voted unanimously that the only thing we wanted was for our Gram to make her seafood chowder. There is no chowder like Eastern Canadian chowder. I don’t care WHAT you think about your own chowder, Gram’s chowder beats your chowder in a chowder fight ANY day. Now reread that entire paragraph pronouncing chowder like this.
She totally came through for us, arriving with a case of frozen fish and her serious chowder making face.
Chowder, pre- milk (look at all that fishy GOODNESS!!!!!):
Ready to (eat with a) roll:
My husband pre-chowder:
My husband post chowder:
The look on Gram’s face says what we’re all thinking.
Indeed, I am obsessed with chowder since leaving the East Coast. What’s your food obsession?