Corn and Green Chile Chowder

Some days do not have gold or platinum linings. Some days do not have even silver. Some days just have corn.

And thank goodness for corn. (I also could have used the word potatoes. As in thank goodness for potatoes. But I digress, because today is about corn.)

Maybe tomorrow there will be potatoes. Of course, I could have added potatoes to this chowder, because then it would be chowder, which technically this isn’t, because it has no potatoes. So shoot me…but wait until tomorrow. Because well, tomorrow is another day…

Some days are like rough cobblestones on bare feet. Some days are like sour milk. S

ome days are like flowers that never bloomed. Some days are like this. A massive mistake of butter, softened a bit too much.

Some days are just wishful thinking for tomorrow.  And some days are for corn chowder, even if it doesn’t have potatoes.

But thank goodness for corn. And bacon. And goat cheese and salmon. Smoked salmon that is.

Thank goodness for comfort in a bowl; as in soup or chowder, giving way to spoonfuls of rich, soothing, golden ladles straight into your pie hole.

It requires no talking. Just spooning. Just contemplating the next bite. Until you get up to refill. A

nd then you start all over again. Which when I think about it, is what each day really is. Starting all over again. Trying to get something right. Whatever right may be. Finding that golden sunshine, those rays of warmth to help point you in the right direction, maybe only changing course by a couple of degrees.

Damn! All this philosophy and all I’m writing about is a cup of soup. Well, it is a really good cup of soup.

Food has a way of doing that to me. Food can take me to places that I visited decades ago. Food has a story and it is called life. Enjoy it for all it’s worth.