I made a pilgrimage to Cape Cod recently on a family trip where beyond not having any personal conflicts with close family members, my only goal was to have a lobster roll and clam chowder every day. Modest goals are those that are most easily met, and I am not one to set the food bar so high that I cannot be happy.
I grew up with New England parents, and so despite my Southern California childhood, there are some things that are just in the genes. Lobster was a food that I learned to eat young (even though I did not much appreciate the creatures finer points until I was older--as a child, I loved to collect all the legs off all the lobsters around the table and patiently suck the meat out of each and every one of them. I still think that is the very best meat in the beast, it is a time consuming task where getting one's fill could take some time). The lobster roll is my absolute favorite way to eat lobster--I think the richness of the meat lends itself to a cold preparation, and the simplicity of the preparation--lobster meat and finely chopped celery tossed with a touch of mayonaise, squirted with lemon and served on a buttered and lightly grilled bun--is perfect.
Clam chowder I am more flexible about. Very creamy or light, either is fine. Bacon or no bacon, I can go either way. All I ask is that the clams be tender, the potatos diced and cooked through, and after that I can be very forgiving. It has to taste delicious, that is all I ask. I had a better than expected success rate, almost tiring of the chowder, but I could definitely go for another lobster roll right about now.
Monday, February 3, 2014
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