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Cajun Corn Chowder

Wow, you guys. I haven’t posted a recipe since . . . since . . .

I actually don’t remember when I last wrote about food. But I think it was sometime in the spring. What with being pregnant, moving, recording an album, and then having this little bundle in October, photographing what I cook and writing long involved stories about how I simmered something has been my last priority. Though for the record, I love reading other people’s long and involved stories about how they simmered something. And I may yet return to such simmerful chronicles at a future date. But for now, my new photographic priority is much more interesting than a half-minced clove of garlic!

And when she does this . . .

. . . oh man. A picture of chiffonading basil is the last thing on my mind.

Altogether, I had no plans of blogging about food this fall or winter. But then, last week, I got America’s Test Kitchen Quick Family Cookbook from the bookmobile. And I landed on this recipe for corn chowder. I made it, LOVED it, and thought: I must share this recipe with my beloved foodie friends!

It’s worth noting that while there is a recipe and a printable link at the bottom, there are no step by step pictures, but that may be a thing of the past since I’m now cooking like this:

With a baby strapped to me.

I took this picture in the bathroom mirror as the soup was simmering. In fact, 15 minutes prior to taking this photograph I was chopping an onion while breastfeeding my baby hands-free, using the Moby wrap to support her. I couldn’t exactly bend over and mess with her feeding position, so everything had to be accomplished with a fairly immobilized torso, but’s it’s amazing what you can get done wihout bending your back!

And it’s also amazing what you can not accomplish . . . like leaning over the sink to do dishes. Enter: the dish-doing husband wonder.

Anyway everyone, this chowder is easy to make, fantastic to eat, and it’s probably going to be on the menu at our Christmas family gathering. My husband, who is not the chowder type (read: he despises New England clam chowder), loved it. And when I say loved, I mean that soup was gone the very next day. That’s right–we made short work of those so-called 6 servings. Heh heh. Think: spicy but not too spicy. Creamy but not heavy (the secret: blended corn). Delightful little bits of sausage, onion and pepper all swimming in a to-die-for broth. YES. This is what food is all about.

Cajun Corn Chowder

Serves 6

Ingredients

8 cups frozen corn, thawed
3 ½ cups chicken broth
8 oz andouille sausage, chopped
1 onion, chopped finely
1 red bell pepper, chopped finely
1 TBS vegetable oil
4 cloves garlic, minced
½ tsp Cajun seasoning
1 ½ lbs red potatoes, cut in small cubes (about 1/2 inch)
½ cup heavy cream
Salt and pepper, to taste

  1. Put half the corn and 2 cups of broth in a blender, and blend for about 10 seconds; set aside.
  2. Put the oil, sausage, onion and pepper in a large pot, and cook over medium high heat for about 8 minutes, until vegetables are soft and a little browned, adding a little salt and pepper as they cook and stirring occasionally.
  3. Add the garlic and Cajun seasoning and stir for 30 seconds, until fragrant.
  4. Add the blended broth/corn, the additional 1 ½ cups of broth, the potatoes and cream, and stir everything together. Simmer for about 20 minutes, or until the potatoes are tender.
  5. Add in the remaining 4 cups of corn, season to taste, and serve.

And on a completely unrelated note . . .

I love unrelated notes. Especially when they’re wearing tiny jeans with little pink bows.

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A stocked freezer

I’ve been so thrilled about freezing meals in preparation for lil’ Alice and the first few weeks of her life, during which (I’m told) I won’t want to cook. At all. And I believe it! I think I’ll be too busy figuring out how to feed my brand-spanking new baby to think much about how to feed myself, so I wanted options in stock, ready to go, that just needed to be defrosted and reheated.

Plus, as I’ve mentioned before, there’s that whole childhood fantasy I’ve always had (based on the “Little House” books) of stocking the home with food in preparation for the winter. So even though I didn’t slaughter a pig or string onions along the rafters like Laura Ingalls Wilder did, over the past weeks I’ve built up a reserve of Split Pea Soup, Chicken Marsala, Italian Beef and Peppers, Indian Curry and French lentils, all stacked in freezer bags, labeled and dated.

And then on Saturday (glory of glories) I pretty much doubled what was in there thanks to . . .

. . . Julie and Annie!

They came over around 3pm with large bags of groceries. The idea was that each of us would choose a freezer-friendly recipe and provide enough ingredients to make one giganto batch of it. Annie made chicken and sweet potato burritos . . .

. . . 30 of them.

I made egg rolls . . .

. . . 65 of them.

Julie manned two huge pots of chili.

There was chopping, there was wine, there was good conversation with these two sweet girls, there was music, there were wasabi-coated peas, there was frying and assembly-line burrito wrapping and egg roll-rolling. There was cast iron cookware all over the place, a brief moment in which Julie’s oven mitt was on fire, a short struggle with the Kitchen Aid attachments which ended in a rollicking cheese-grating success, and so much snacking along the way that by the end of the experience, I was stuffed.

We cooked for about 4 hours, and around 7:30 split the results. We each ended up taking home 9 meals for two.

It was fun!

It made my back hurt.

It made my heart happy.

It made my freezer full.

Thank you, ladies, for spending your afternoon/evening with me! It was lovely and we absolutely must do it again, whether or not there are babies imminently arriving.

Here are the nicely stacked bags, with the two new Ziplocs of chili added to the mix:

And the burritos and egg rolls live in the bin at the bottom of the freezer:

Our apartment smelled like egg rolls for the next 48 hours . . .

. . . but my man didn’t seem to mind one bit.

He’s already looking forward to eating those egg rolls, I can tell you that much. Hurry up Alice! We can’t eat ’em until you get here!