Last weekend was football weekend. Three games. And although
I don’t know much about the game, you’d have to be a total goof not to
recognize Brady’s brilliance. That man throws a ball like I thread a needle.
In our house, football on the telly means football food in
the kitchen—gooey, cheesy, hot and spicy, football food—nachos, Buffalo wings, roasted
crudités drenched in blue cheese, the works. But this weekend, I went all out.
I made chicken chowder. For all you New Englanders out there, that’s Chowda,
Baby! I was chopping and sautéing and stirring for a good hour. I was pumped.
My husband was not so impressed. “WTH?” might have been his exact words. I’m
not sure. I was too busy making yom-yom noises in my bowl. And after a few more
minutes, so was he. Flavored with ham, bacon and leeks, thickened with sweet
potatoes, sprinkled with paleo croutons, sweet potato fries on this side, this chowda is pure deliciousness.