corn chowder

the weakened remains of gustav caused an abrubt shift from the heat of summer -- cooler and wetter, it looks and feels like fall is here -- morning coffee with slippers and a robe to keep off the chill.

chowder season.

last night i picked two ears of heirloom corn, bloody butcher, from the 12 foot stalks in our garden. adding a couple of garden green bells and a few hungarian wax peppers made a superb corn chowder.

growing my own food -- even in part, i'm more in touch with the change of seasons, the weather, the local climate and the soil. living on a drumlin, my garden dirt was shaped by glaciers that retreated only 10,000 years ago.

soil pressed by glaciers -- and plants watered by the remains of a hurricane -- create a history of time and space in a simple chowder.

i am what i eat.