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Thursday, September 6, 2012
At that moment, I muttered some sort of curse word.
And Techman said: "Is this another Corn Chowder Incident?" I buried my head in my hands, and laughed nervously.
Many years ago now, I set out to make Barefoot Contessa's delicious corn chowder. I doubled the recipe to make sure we had enough for the freezer, for later. As long as you're going to the trouble to cook, might as well get mileage out of your time, right? It wasn't until I needed to dig up a third spaghetti pot that I started to clue in that we were going to have a lot of corn chowder.
Techman came home from work to find nearly every surface covered with soup, soup pots, spoons, and related rubble. I didn't understand how I had so much, compared to the last time I'd made it. Confused, he said something innocent, like, well how much was the original recipe supposed to make?
Well, I dunno, I said stubbornly, it's soup. Probably it's for six or eight.
I looked at the book.
Damned caterers. What family needs twelve servings of soup?
That was something like 2005. I don't think we've had corn chowder since. We're both kind of maxed on it. But I don't fall for that trick in her books any more.
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