My helper Deborah’s father Paul was a purist when it came to his clam chowder (actually quahog chowder, in Rhode Island-speak). When I saw the direction in which the holiday was heading I was casting about for noshie ideas. I wanted something with a slightly nautical tenor, but nothing too Yo-ho-ho. Deborah suggested the chowder which is delish and strikes just the right note! (she wasn’t a fan as a kid, as the smell of quahogs steaming open can be pretty gag-inducing). Paul enjoyed his with just the simple clam broth but be sure to add some milk, half & half, heavy cream or tomatoes (that’s ri style) depending on your preference. We won’t tell Paul if you don’t tell that Mr. Bezos “caught” our clams for us…

All but the chowder