A number of my relatives live in New England. When I was younger, we used to go clamming for wild little necks and quahogs. At the end of the day, we’d cook a giant pot of “chowda.” It’s still one of my favorite foods and memories. Unfortunately, Brooklyn isn’t known for its clamming, so I have to buy my clams at the grocery store. Fortunately, it’s still really good.
My wife likes hers with corn, so she gets corn. I don’t like corn in chowder, so I skip it.
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