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…
