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Day One: Monthly Letter
One of the best things about living on Long Island was the fact that you could find a great bowl of Manhattan clam chowder any time, day or night, if you knew where to look. Oh, your fancy restaurants would turn up their noses at a wonderful bowl of red, but who would think of looking for comfort food in a four-star restaurant anyway? Not me. When it comes to comfort food, I point my car in the direction of the nearest diner and I'm never disappointed. Long Island boasts a vast assortment of diners but the one thing they all have in common is that huge pot of Manhattan clam simmering on the back burner. I don't even like clams and I still love that soup on a level reserved for chocolate brownies. Leaving behind easy access to clam chowder when we moved was almost as hard as leaving behind my friends. (Harder, but don't tell anyone!)
It took awhile but Roy and I finally discovered a diner on Route 18 whose Manhattan clam chowder could give the clam chowders of yore a run for their money. (If you read my book The Day We Met you'll know exactly the diner I mean.) We stopped there on Friday on our way down to Cape May and I actually whipped out my digital camera and took a picture of my bowl of soup. (We've been married so long that he takes this sort of thing in stride. The bedside pen with the flashbulb attached to it took just a little bit longer . . . .) Even better than that photo is my favorite recipe for Manhattan Clam Chowder. Okay, so it's called Cape May Clam Chowder. (That's because I found it in one of those freebie advertising papers you find in every seaside resort town on the east coast.) You'll find it in the Deadline Soup section of my website. I hope you'll give it a try. It's snowing outside as I type this. They say we might have anywhere from three inches to three feet of accumulation before this blizzard-in-the-making is over. I'm trying not to get my hopes up but the thought of curling up by the fireplace with a good book while huge snowdrifts form beneath my window is downright irresistible. If your "to be read" pile needs replenishing, make sure you enter my March contest. I can't promise snowdrifts but I can promise some great books.
Wishing you the best as always,
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