According to Facebook, it is National Clam Chowder Day. My mom, who grew up in Maine, loved a good bowl of clam chowder. She was always annoyed when the clam chowder didn’t love her back.
I have a vague memory of eating at some ocean-side restaurant, mama sitting at a long wooden table enjoying her bowl of clam chowder. Then there is a less-vague memory of mama being violently ill once we were home.
Mama’s stomach was reliable; it was the sedan of stomachs. She was disappointed in her gastrointestinal betrayal. She knew that next Friday that same restaurant would have clam chowder, so back to the restaurant at the bridge’s end we went.
She dug into her chowder. She’d show her stomach who was boss.
Well, her stomach bossed her around for the quite a few hours. Now mama was wicked upset, adding insult to injury, my sister had eaten the clam chowder and was fine.
Anxious to discover whether the chowder or her stomach was at fault, mama took us to the same restaurant for a third Friday. More clam chowder was consumed, now with two daughters being used as controls.
Things do tend to go in threes. The chowder won again. We did not go back to that restaurant… until the following summer.
I have a vague memory of eating at some ocean-side restaurant, mama sitting at a long wooden table enjoying her bowl of clam chowder. Then there is a less-vague memory of mama being violently ill once we were home.
Mama’s stomach was reliable; it was the sedan of stomachs. She was disappointed in her gastrointestinal betrayal. She knew that next Friday that same restaurant would have clam chowder, so back to the restaurant at the bridge’s end we went.
She dug into her chowder. She’d show her stomach who was boss.
Well, her stomach bossed her around for the quite a few hours. Now mama was wicked upset, adding insult to injury, my sister had eaten the clam chowder and was fine.
Anxious to discover whether the chowder or her stomach was at fault, mama took us to the same restaurant for a third Friday. More clam chowder was consumed, now with two daughters being used as controls.
Things do tend to go in threes. The chowder won again. We did not go back to that restaurant… until the following summer.
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