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Recipes 4 Survival, Mindful Meals, & Sustainable Living Tips
Herman Melville's, Moby-Dick; The Whale's Chowder
After attending the final evening of the Metropolitan Opera's performance of Moby-Dick; or, The Whale, in this episode I share a passionate introduction and my fandom and I read one of my favorite segment from Chapter 15, titled "Chowder."
This hilariously funny and vivid passage describes Ishmael and Queequeg's encounter with Mrs. Hussey at the Try Pots Inn on Nantucket after their frosty voyage from New Bedford where they enjoy both a delectable clam and cod chowder before negotiating sleeping arrangements minus Queequeg's harpoon.
I was so inspired to share this reading and then direct you to check out my YouTube channel for my specialD, "Ocean State of Mind Clam Chowder" recipe that I hope you'll make at home! Zero or minimal food packaging waste, nutritious, organic and economical.
https://youtu.be/DW7Dezumy5Y?si=gkg9zUMut2rwPaLj
MINDFUL MEALS & SUSTAINABLE LIVING - The Art of Living an Elevated Lifestyle
Hi, my friends, this week, on my podcast, I'm going to share a segment of chapter 15 of Moby Dick which is titled Chowder, and then in my show notes I'm going to direct you to my YouTube channel where you can find a fabulous recipe for what I call my ocean state of mind clam chowder, one of my specialties and, in case you don't know, I am a Herman Melville Moby Dick fanatic and I got to go to the last evening performance of the Metropolitan Opera of Moby Dick, which was incredible, and start all anew. And I'm going to pick up in the middle of chapter 15 with Come on Queequeg, said I. All right, there's Mrs Hussey. All right, there's Mrs Hussey. And so it turned out, mr Hosea Hussey being from home but leaving Mrs Hussey entirely competent to attend to all his affairs. Upon making known our desire for a supper and a bed, mrs Hussey, postponing further scolding up for the present, ushered us into a little room and seated us at a table spread with relics of a recently concluded repast, turned round to us and said Clam or cod. What's that about cods, ma'am? Said I with much politeness. Clam or cod, she repeated A clam for supper, a cold clam. Is that what you mean Mrs Hussey, says I. But that's a rather cold and clammy reception in the winter time, ain't it, mrs Hussey? But being in a great hurry to resume, scolding the man in the purple shirt who was waiting for it in the entry and seeming to hear nothing but the word clam, mrs Hussey hurried toward an open door leading to the kitchen and bawling out clam for two, clam for two, disappeared.
Speaker 1:Queequeg said I do you think that we can make out a supper for us both on one clam? However, a warm, savory steam from the kitchen served to belie the apparently cheerless prospect before us. But when that smoking chowder came in, the mystery was delightfully explained. Oh, sweet friends, hearken to me. It was made of small juicy clams, scarcely bigger than hazelnuts, mixed with pounded chip biscuits and salted pork cut up into little flakes, the whole enriched with butter and plentifully seasoned with salt and pepper. Our appetites being sharpened by the frosty voyage and in particular Queequeg seeing his favorite fishing food before him and the chowder being surpassingly excellent, we dispatched it with great expedition. When, leaning back a moment and bethinking me of Mrs Hussey's clam and cod announcement, I thought I would try a little experiment. Stepping to the kitchen door, I uttered the word cod with great emphasis and resumed my seat. In a few moments, the savory steam came forth again, but with a different flavor, and in good time a fine cod chowder was placed before us. Supper concluded, we received a lamp and directions from Mrs Hussey concerning the nearest way to bed.
Speaker 1:But as Queequeg was about to proceed me up the stairs, the lady reached forth her arm and demanded his harpoon. She allowed no harpoons in her chambers. Why not, said I. Every true whaleman sleeps with his harpoon. But why not? Because it's dangerous, says she. Ever since young Stiggs came from that unfroth village of his, when he was gone four years and a half with only three barrels of isle, was found dead in my first floor, back with his harpoon in his side. Ever since then I allowed no boarders to take such dangerous weapons in their rooms. So, mr Queequeg for she had learned his name I will just take this here, iron, and keep it for myself until morning. But the chowder clam or cod tomorrow for breakfast? Men, both, says I. And let's have a couple of smoked herrings by way of variety.