When ChowderGirl was in Kindergarten, we were told that she should practice her writing over the summer. And the ChowderKids was born. We did it with a paper journal, having her write her opinions of each of the chowders we ate. As the kids grew, we added the blog and twitter and the kids started doing video reviews.
We decided on a few rules:
1) Whenever any of us ever goes to a restaurant that serves New England Clam Chowder, we must eat it. This includes airport chowder in places that really have no business serving chowder.
2) We do not reveal the location of our very favorite chowder in the world. Sorry, it’s too crowded as it is.
3) We reserve the right to say they are all awesome. At least ChowderBoy does. He is unfailingly positive about life.
So we’ve been doing this for 3 or 4 years now. We’ve eaten chowder at over 100 restaurants in New England. And we still can’t get enough.
Last summer, we added a member of our family. Her name is Lucy and she’s a 23 year old Jeep Wrangler YJ.
That’s it for now. Just your average chowder eating family with deep parental affection for beer, bloody marys, jeeps, and the kids. In that order.