Potato Chowder
In Between

Yesterday was… well… not overcast so much as thoroughly cloudy but without real promise of rain. The high was only about 76 and when I went to bed it was dripping rain (accumulation 1/8th of an inch in the puddles). The leaves on the trees (except for the ones that have gone straight to brown and taken a header into the turf) are sorta, kindly, mostly green with a brownish-yellowish tinge they've had since the drought/heat wave began back in June. So I don’t have a lot to work with here in terms of seasonal clues.
But my body and mood; the color of the light and it's length; and the dry, dusty leaf smell all tell me it's fall — or should be. I've got a serious jones for Autumn and I'm looking for compromises to handle this seemingly deathless summer. I hate summer heat and endless days and lack of rain and just want it to all go away. My belly and soul are craving soups and braises and stews and the weather makes most of them inappropriate. Not that I haven't cheated a time or two, but food exists in a context and the climatic context for those dishes just isn't right.
It's not too heavy, but it is hearty. It's savory. It's adaptable. It's perfect for a cloudy, warmish, wanna-be fall day. So I made a batch.
Yesterday was… well… not overcast so much as thoroughly cloudy but without real promise of rain. The high was only about 76 and when I went to bed it was dripping rain (accumulation 1/8th of an inch in the puddles). The leaves on the trees (except for the ones that have gone straight to brown and taken a header into the turf) are sorta, kindly, mostly green with a brownish-yellowish tinge they've had since the drought/heat wave began back in June. So I don’t have a lot to work with here in terms of seasonal clues.
But my body and mood; the color of the light and it's length; and the dry, dusty leaf smell all tell me it's fall — or should be. I've got a serious jones for Autumn and I'm looking for compromises to handle this seemingly deathless summer. I hate summer heat and endless days and lack of rain and just want it to all go away. My belly and soul are craving soups and braises and stews and the weather makes most of them inappropriate. Not that I haven't cheated a time or two, but food exists in a context and the climatic context for those dishes just isn't right.
I'm looking for compromises to handle this seemingly deathless summer.
If there's anything I learned from my ex-wife (besides never loan your ex your car) it's listen to your body. You don’t have to do what it tells you, but you should at least be polite and listen and my body is demanding heavy food and then saying, in a very whiny tone when I offer it something deeply savory, "No. That's not what I want." Then I had an idea: Potato Chowder.It's not too heavy, but it is hearty. It's savory. It's adaptable. It's perfect for a cloudy, warmish, wanna-be fall day. So I made a batch.
Potato ChowderListen to your body. Pay attention to the seasons. And don't loan your car to your ex-wife.
Serves 6.
6 strips bacon
1 large onion — coarsely diced
1 pound Yukon Gold potatoes — cut into 1/2 inch dice
1/2 lb gruyere — grated
3 tablespoons flour
3 cups chicken broth
2 tablespoons Worcestershire Sauce
2 teaspoon ground mustard
1 cup heavy cream
additional salt and pepper to taste
Toss grated gruyere with flour. Dump in a sieve and shake to eliminate excess flour. Set aside.
In a large soup pot, cook bacon over medium-low heat until semi-crisp. Drain bacon, chop coarsely, and reserve for garnish. Pour off all but 2 tablespoons of grease.
Add diced onion and cook until it begins to brown. Increase heat to high, add a bit of chicken broth and deglaze the pot. Add remaining chicken broth and bring to a boil, reduce heat medium, add potatoes, salt, and simmer until potatoes are tender — about 10 minutes.
Whisk together Worcestershire Sauce, mustard, and cream. Stir into soup and heat to a simmer (but don't boil).
Reduce heat to low and allow to cool (there should be only tiny bubbles appearing) and stir in gruyere a handful at a time. Serve garnished with bacon, chopped green onions, garlic bread on the side.








14 Comments:
Dude, I'm totes envious. We had perhaps a couple of days where it cooled down.
Then today, it was 90. *frown*
I used to live in Florida, and loved the warmth year round. But after being here in Virginia for so long... I will still never claim to like the cold, but I do look forward to the change of seasons.
Except, it's not happening this year. As you said- the leaves are giving up, and dropping down in despair.
If things don't change soon, I'm cranking up the AC, and making your damned chowder. ;)
Yeah, I listened to my soul, my body last weekend. Got this dumbass idea to braise a brisket all night at 250. I didn't get a wink of sleep. The smells of the heavy beef, rich mushroomy broth wouldn't let me be. Man, that was tough. I made it in to soup last night.
Biggles
S'kat,
There are worse things to make.{g}
Rev,
I'm waiting for real cold before doing a braise.
While the beauty of that chowder compels me to get busy in the kitchen, the comment thread really caused some serious stomach growlin' here. Now I'm starved for a some chowder as a starter and brisket as a main course. Any ideas for dessert? {g}
Donna,
I think a menu calling for chowder and brisket absolutely demands something apple-ly for dessert. I think I'd go for apple crisp.
I gues you'll be glad to know I have absolutely no particular biases where potato chowder is concerned. But I have to say it's damned satsifying if you can dig the potatoes out of your own garden.
Ed,
> I gues you'll be glad to know I have absolutely no particular biases where potato chowder is concerned.
That is a relief.{g}
Wow, Kevin! It's... Purple!!!
Oh, and I want some.
I love soup more than anything.
(Would Ed Bruske please click through on my name, please? I can't e-mail him. I've had to run and hide, blogwise. S'kat, you too if you're still reading.)
E-mails on the way, contact them at your leisure.
Why am I not surprised the bacon has taken center stage in this delicious photo?
And I don't mean to nitpick, but those aren't Yukon Gold potatoes, are they? If they are, I now understand all the problems the three of us A Year In Bread breadies have been having agreeing on screen colors! : )
Susan,
If the bacon were on the bottom you wouldn't see it.{g}
And no, those aren't Yukon Golds, I couldn't find any when I made that pot.
LOL, I'm sure there's plenty more bacon at the bottom of the bowl.
Good to know about the potatoes.
'Scuze my interfering, but with such a heady and heavy meal perhaps an apple tart tatin would go down a little easier than a crisp - just perhaps.
Doc,
I guess it depends on the recipe, but my apple crisp is lighter than a tart.
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