mmmm, authentic clam chowder

I flew up to Boston,Massachusetts, this morning in that little crop duster that goes out of Trenton/Mercer Airport. The steward again filled the dual role of steward/pilot, and he did a serviceable job--the ride was swift and smooth but LOUD, as I believe the plane is powered by a gross of Briggs and Stratton lawnmower engines piled somewhere in the bowels of the aircraft.

I knocked out in record time—2-3 minutes after the wheels lifted off the tarmacadam. I am good at sleeping on planes--like a baby in a car seat. In fact, it’s my super power, well, that and folding laundry (I am *exceptional* at folding, especially jeans--you have to yank that sickle-shaped part of the crotch out if you want the pant legs to fall all nice and smooth).

I’m in a bit of pain, however. As my head bobbed contentedly and my jaw slackened, my neck folded in on itself and soon the leading edge of me was no longer my chin, but my larynx, kind of like the neck of a Flamingo.

Oy, only 2 days and 800 miles from the em armamentarium of powerful pain medication.

       

Comments

[Ron]

You see, over here we call it 'Oyster soup'.

I think. :-)

[em]

but it's clams, not oysters...unless you meant something else...that i don't unnerstan...

[Ron]

I stand corrected.

I think what I was rubbishly getting at was 'what the hell is chowder?, and why can't you just say 'soup' or 'broth' ' ?

:-)

[em]

because it's chowder! and you pronounce it "chowda"
mmmmm-mmm.