It was cold today. Really cold. The kind of cold that can only be shaken with soup. I’ve been craving corn-sausage chowder, and hadn’t made any since Christmas, so today was the perfect day for it.
There’s really no recipe that I follow, and it’s a little different each time, depending on what I have on hand, but here’s how I made it today.
I browned a pound of ground sausage in a skillet. At the same time, in a heavy cast iron pot with a lid, I sauteed half an onion, some roughly chopped carrot chips, and 3 small cubed potatoes in some olive oil. Then I added corn to the pot. I used a gallon freezer bag that was a little more than half full of Iowa sweet corn I froze last summer when we had more than we could eat. One day, a neighboring farmer turned my mother-in-law loose in his sweet corn patch, and she came home with five dozen ears. We froze a lot of corn that weekend.
Seeing that gorgeous corn, kernels still stuck together in big, delicious strips, made me really miss summer. After daydreaming about eating corn on the cob outside at the picnic table on a hot August day, I gathered myself together and threw the sausage into the pot.
I added a can of creamed corn, a can of chicken broth, and a can of evaporated milk, and sprinkled in some salt, pepper and Italian seasoning. Stirred it all up, brought it to a boil, then reduced heat, covered and simmered until warmed through and the potatoes were cooked. I threw some brown-and-serve rolls in the oven, poured five glasses of milk, and we had a meal. (If only I had made the pannekoeken my four-year-old requested for dessert, it would’ve been perfect! And hearing Will say “pannekoeken” is the cutest thing ever.)
You can also make the chowder in a slow cooker. Sautee the onion with your sausage, dump everything into the pot, and let it simmer all day until the potatoes are cooked through. You can’t go wrong. I love my slow cookers. All six of them.
This chowder really hit the spot on a cold day. I wasn’t going to blog about it, because although it tasted heavenly, it didn’t make for great photography and frankly I was afraid it wouldn’t look as appetizing as it really was. Then my husband said, “This has to be your next blog entry,” so here we are. He’s even taking the leftovers to work tomorrow to share with a friend. What a great compliment!