Yesterday, the book that I was reading made mention of “fish soup with cream”. It sounds strange, I know, but it made me start to think about my Grandmother’s fish chowder. My grandmother made the most delicious soup. She made it with rockfish, and it had potatoes, peas and corn in a creamy, milky broth. It was my favorite, and I can remember how excited I was when she would serve me a steaming bowl of the delicious soup. I decided that I have to try to re-create that soup. All yesterday afternoon, I was creating the recipe in my mind – I would get some fresh rockfish and this would be my weekend project.
Last night, my husband and I went to Harryman House for dinner. We go there often, and I know the menu well. Imagine my surprise when our waitress told us that the soup of the day was “Rockfish Chowder”. “You’re kidding me!” I exclaimed. “I’ve been thinking about fish chowder all day”
Harryman House’s chowder, while delicious, didn’t really resemble my grandmother’s version. I was tempted to pick up my bowl and lick it clean, but I was in a restaurant, so I restrained myself. I still plan on cooking up my own version of my grandmother’s classic. It’s funny, but I’m not so sure that Harryman House serving chowder was such a coincidence. I think that my grandmother might have been playing around in their kitchen!
Friday Morning Bookclub 