Chowder is one of my youngest son's favourite foods. For this reason, it is often included in a special family celebration. The fact that it is crazy-easy is an added bonus!
My seafood chowder recipe is essentially a clam chowder recipe with a few bits of extra fish thrown in, generally whatever is kicking around in the freezer which is usually cod, salmon and shrimp.
If you use shrimp, the best tasting are raw 'shell on'. Should you use the ones that are already cooked you might want to add them at the very end so they don't turn into little nubs of rubber.
The very best thing you can add to really take this recipe over the top would be lobster. Yum.
We generally buy live lobster and boil them ourselves. Lobster boils are usually only twice a year: Mother's Day and once during Christmas, and none of that has every made it to the 'leftovers' section of my freezer!
A lobster boil is my earliest memory. I was pretty young and we were at our house on the water front in Woody Point. I can still see my Dad putting that wiggling, homely, dark green alien creature into the large pot of boiling water, and watching the poor thing gradually go limp. Traumatizing for a very young kid. I am over it now.
Interesting story about that house on the waterfront in Woody Point, now that I think of it. We had a house fire in that house when I was almost one year old. It was a pretty big deal but we were lucky because the only bodily harm done was to our dog, who perished under a bed. A collie named Lassie. Very imaginative lot, we were.
As the story goes, one or two of us kids were playing with matches alongside freshly dry-cleaned curtains. I can't tell you who it was but I can say that I was an infant in a bassinet at the time so I am pretty sure it wasn't me! Apparently the curtains went up 'like a match'.
There were only 6 in our family at that point. We all moved into a very teensy-tiny trailer for a time while the house was being repaired. My Dad drew attention to this very teensy-tiny trailer whenever we took a walk around 'the point'. Although the square footage was amazingly modest for 6 humans, its most impressive attribute was its height, or lack thereof! My best guess would put it at 6 feet tall, which would have been a strain for my Dad who was 6' 4"!
I suspect they were pretty pleased to get back into their own digs when the time came.
As a side note, my brother was seen a few years later by Uncle Fred (that is...Uncle Fred that is really an Uncle, as opposed to Uncle Fred that is actually my cousin) walking towards the point with a box of matches. Uncle Fred asked where he was going. My brother said, "...going to burn 'er down". Hmmm. I wonder if he was one of the two kids playing with matches alongside the curtains?