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Stryker will give us a fine chowder, no doubt." "Thank you, sir; I should enjoy the party exceedingly. I must not think too much of it, or I might be tempted to break my engagement with the Ramsays." "Have you really decided to go so soon? I was in hopes we should be able to keep you much longer," said Miss Wyllys.
This angel who was begging him to come to her rescue was something too heavenly for chowder, and as for hats golden, jewelled crowns for her! "Say," said John Hopkins, "just show me the guy that you've got the grouch at. I've neglected my talents as a scrapper heretofore, but this is my busy night." "He is in there," said the lady, pointing to a closed door. "Come.
"Queequeg," said I, "do you think that we can make out a supper for us both on one clam?" However, a warm savory steam from the kitchen served to belie the apparently cheerless prospect before us. But when that smoking chowder came in, the mystery was delightfully explained. Oh, sweet friends! hearken to me.
Put plenty of lard or beef fat into a thick-bottomed frying pan, let it become boiling hot; put in the batter by the spoonful; let them fry gently; when one side is a delicate brown turn the other. Add a quart of hot water to the onions; put in the clams, clam-water and pork scraps. After it boils, add the potatoes, and when they are cooked, the chowder is finished.
Andy grinned feebly. "I've heard about it," he said. He drew up to the table with a subdued air and took his chowder in gulps, glancing now and then at the smiling face and supple hands on the opposite side of the table. It was a look of awe tinged with incredulity, and a little resentment grazing the edges of it. The noon sun shone down upon the harbor. The warmth of early summer was in the air.
Neat-handed Phillis at the door received the chowder, and by its aid excited a sound and a smell, both prophetic of supper. Next morning it poured. The cinders before the blacksmith's shop opposite had yielded their black dye to the dismal puddles. The village cocks were sadly draggled and discouraged, and cowered under any shelter, shivering within their drowned plumage.
I took home his helmet by way of curiosity, and we made a single prisoner, who was instantly carried before old Jowler. We asked the prisoner the name of the leader of the troop; he said it was Chowder Loll. "Chowder Loll!" shrieked Colonel Jowler. "O fate! thy hand is here!" He rushed wildly into his tent the next day applied for leave of absence.
Henry Burns, looking about him, pointed to a tell-tale tin can which, emptied of its contents, lay beside the fire. Mr. Bangs had made his chowder of condensed milk, sweet and sticky. "I say," he exclaimed, "just throw that stuff away and we'll go up to the landing for breakfast. I thought milk was milk. I never thought about it's being sweetened." They liked Mr.
By that we do not mean the thin, watery stuff that is served in most of the restaurants and called clam chowder just because it happens to be made every Friday. That is fairly good as a clam soup but it is no more chowder than a Mexican soup approaches a crawfish bisque.
I looked at it more closely, even applying a pocket magnifying-glass. "There was not a contemporary duplicate?" I inquired. "Could LEONARDO have painted two?" The Chowder King, or whatever he is called, smiled inscrutably. "No doubt he could," he said. "But perhaps," he continued, "you have not seen the Louvre picture since it was put back after the theft?" "Not to examine it closely," I replied.
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