Flowers and Ruined Chowder
What follows are a few pictures from the wife's garden. The first is a Sea thrift in all its translucent glory. I like the almost pearl sheen...
The next is of a Wild chive blossom. Gotta love those purple spikes!
The last is of an Iris. It seems like a sad plant - I guess it's just the droopy yellow and purple...
Anyway, the flowers (like birds and cooking) offer a pleasant diversion. And speaking of cooking (nice segue ay?)... I cooked up that batch of clam chowder I promised, and in retrospect I really should have done something just slightly more productive like painting all the door knobs with "white out" or trying to mow the lawn with fingernail clippers - the chowder was an abomination. It started out well like all the others in that I followed the old family recipe as always, except that I used canned clams. Wow, was that a phenomenal mistake... Four cans of chopped clams (read that clam mush) does not a chowduh make. As soon as all the ingredients were added, and the simmering began, tasting flagged a culinary train wreck. We're talking bland, off-balanced, slop that was to food what an electrical fire is to odor. So I panicked and added shrimp, more clam juice and cream. "Doom! Doom!" I say. (I might as well have been adding spiders and toads...) And in a final homage to St Jude, I dumped in a mess of Tabasco. The saint could not be reached for comment.
So now what do I do? There's no way we can eat the stuff. I can't put it out for the crows because that might be animal abuse. I guess I'll just dig a hole and bury it out back.
Now there you go... When you have a winning recipe, don't stray... Right now, I think I'll just go look at the flowers.
See you by the feeders,
CapeCodAlan
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Comments
You probably should have said, "bare ruined chowder where late the sweet bivalves sang."
Or something.
Posted by: Mrs. CapeCodAlan | June 10, 2009 1:18 PM