This morning after breakfast I felt like having New England Clam Chowder for our dinner. Creamy, yummy, simple chowder! I’m sure that the cold “snowy” weather encouraged these feelings, so I went down into our freezer and grabbed a container of clams that a neighbor had given us a couple of months back. They’d dug these clams up in Canada and frozen them and brought them home. Ah yes, hot, lovely chowder.
All day I thought of this and looked forward to my soup. At 2 pm I started chopping onions and celery and getting things ready. Everything smelled so good, and my spirits were high.
Then about 5:15 my stomach started talking to me. As if laughing at my daylong desire for chowder, it began to turn and twist and not feel so good. Shoot! I want chowder, but I’d really only like to have it once tonight…if you know what I mean.
So, I’m sitting here thinking if I should attempt to eat it, or just feed it to Hubby and wait until tomorrow to try to eat it, myself.
It’s frustrating to have worked hard on this, in my Julia Child apron, and with my wonderful heavy cast iron soup pot, only to have my stomach betray me!
Since I know my stomach better than most I’m going to wait. I’ve put a couple of apples into the oven to bake and perhaps I will just eat that and hope for better times with my stomach tomorrow.
This is just another reminder that once I hit 50 my lead stomach, suddenly turned all wishy-washy and I have to baby it! Where are the days of hot nachos, spicy chili and all the rest?
Yeah, I know. I’m getting old!
Well, dinner time came and I ladled out the chowder for Hubby and myself (small bowl). I served it up and when I lifted the spoon to my mouth…YUCK. What did I do? Hubby politely choked down two servings, but I was suddenly glad that my stomach was bothering me and that I couldn’t eat. I’m too cheap to toss those lovely clams, so I think I will rinse them off and try a new soup base tomorrow!