My mother, who is in isolation in Vermont, wrote a poem that I felt I needed to share. She wrote: “I am a picky New Englander, and this chowder works.”
Think of a very light “oyster stew” cream
Boated with bits of potatoes and corn kernels
Some green islands of fluffy parsley
A few solid brown volcanic pieces of bacon
Also, chicken whales floating —
Kissed by the tastes of bacon, chicken, cream, corn, potatoes
Voila! The Main Course corn chowder!
Victoria Jones, Garrison
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