Chowder X Novels & Stories

at Quincy Market nearby. The atmosphere in the restaurant was great and the food was even better. We had their signature seafood chowder, which was everything chowder should be. It was monstrously thick, intensely creamy and full of clams. Annie and I laughed and talked about the aquarium all through lunch, absolutely in awe of all we had seen. In some ways, I was adventurous, but I preferred to be adventurous with both feet planted firmly on the ground. If someone had to try the hot sauce you weren’t sure was going to blow your head off or enhance your food, I was the girl who would try it and find out. I didn’t always take the same route home and I even drove in a street race once.

she asked, stirring the pot. “I'm making New England Clam Chowder. It's something I wanted you to try; very popular back home, or at least further north,” he chuckled as he grabbed a small spoon and had Palmer test the rich creamy soup. She moaned at the flavor, kissing Christopher on his lips in gratitude for feeding her today after a long morning. “So, I was at Faith and Gunner's ranch earlier, and seeing little Cheyenne laughing and playing with her had me thinking.” Christopher raised his eyebrows, looking at Palmer, curious to see where the conversation was going.

The least I can do after fucking up my proposal is to show her some appreciation for making dinner for everyone. And when I take my first bite, I have another reason to regret waiting so long. "It's delicious," I tell her. And it is. I'm going to be honest - Lou wasn't always very good at cooking. I've definitely choked down my share of her questionable experiments. But this chowder is really fucking good. "Martin used to make that for us every Christmas Eve," she tells me. "It was a family tradition." Across from us, I notice Calder smile. It looks like everyone's enjoying the meal.

She happened to be hungry. Timothy looked at her dotingly. "Give it a taste." She shoved a spoonful of chowder into her mouth, and the sweetness of the seafood spread across her tastebuds. This was by far the best clam chowder she had had. She immediately questioned, "It's delicious! Where did you buy it? I'll have to frequent that place." Smiling, Timothy replied, "It's from Somner's Diner." "Somner's Diner? Is that the place? Is it far from my place?" Chelsey bombarded him with questions, only to belatedly catch on. "Tim, did you make this chowder?"

he said with a dreamy face while talking about his favorite dish. ​ “Hmm, Clam Chowder ?” Portia thought it was funny how he didn’t try to maintain his luxury image at all, but that actually impressed her in a way she couldn’t describe. ​ “What does that smile mean, Portia?” ​ “Clam Chowder isn’t on this menu, Nicholas,” she said, opening the menu and pointing out the traditional dishes for him to see. ​ “Oh, I guess I really did come to the wrong restaurant.” ​ “I’ve found what I want. What about you, Nicholas? Have you decided?” She looked up from the menu and asked him.

Mary laughed and said that only Eloise gave people cash as a gift. Eloise wanted us to stay for lunch. Since I had not seen her in a while, I told her we would stay for dinner too. She was delighted, and she asked the chef to make all my favorite dishes. “Oh, and bring out the salmon chowder too. Cassia loves it.” “Salmon chowder? Zach really enjoyed it yesterday, so we made extra and froze it. I can just heat it up,” the chef replied. Zach enjoyed it yesterday?

she says turning to me. "I think I'll have the same," I reply. Too lazy to read the menu right now. Brain power is precious. The waitress smiles and walks to the kitchen to place our order. Grid looks a little surprised. "Are you sure you can eat a chowder special, Cace?" she asks. "Well, I thought if you're ordering it, it's bound to be good. Why, is it not tasty?" I reply as well as ask. Grid laughs and replies, "No, it's good in every way possible. It just comes with alot of food."

As she pondered, she added, "And ramp chowder. I'm craving ramp chowder from Broten. I want it right now." She just wanted to eat all kinds of food with a strong taste.

They get what they want, spending a good couple of hours there. Then get a taxi to Grant’s place and once everything is away. They decide what to cook, having decided on the seafood chowder. They work well with each other, washing and preparing the food before throwing it all in a large Wok and letting it simmer. Grant pulls her into his arms and kisses her again. His hands going up under her top and grabbing her waist. He deepens the kiss and Stacey follows him.

Charmine’s complexion started to improve as she thought, ‘Clam chowder? “Clams are a type of shellfish which are high in protein but low in carbohydrates and fat. They offer exceptional nutrient density, and they’re full of beneficial vitamins and minerals. This includes iron, Vitamin B-12, and omega-3. You don’t have an issue with clam chowder, do you, dear sister?” Tiffany arched her eyebrows and looked at Charmine, and there was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.