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Usage examples of chowder.

Slater and her son Harry were guests of the Browns at supper, at which was served the chowder made from the clams dug by the children that afternoon.

The sun had pounded hard on the common all morning, and now the yellow dust was rising to settle over the tables loaded with baked beans, clam chowder, codfish cakes, johnnycake, and apple pie.

Succotash, clam chowder, hominy, corn pone, cranberry sauce, johnnycakes, even Boston baked beans and Brunswick stew were all Indian dishes.

I brought asparagus salad, corn chowder, and potatoes lyonnaise from the wedding.

Sentya, standing by the table with two bowls of steaming oarfish chowder.

Our appetites being sharpened by the frosty voyage, and in particular, Queequeg seeing his favourite fishing food before him, and the chowder being surpassingly excellent, we despatched it with great expedition: when leaning back a moment and bethinking me of Mrs.

But when that smoking chowder came in, the mystery was delightfully explained.

Chowder for breakfast, and Chowder for dinner, and Chowder for supper, till you began to look for fish-bones coming through your clothes.

Blackett must be waiting impatiently to slice the potatoes into the chowder, layer after layer, with the fish.

Then he resolutely asked a blessing in words that I could not hear, and we ate the chowder and were thankful.

In despair, and despite the zags and zigs, the lagjag, the alphabet chowder of my own alcothon, I hit the scotch.

Queequeg, taking a prodigiously hearty breakfast of chowders of all sorts, so that the landlady should not make much profit by reason of his Ramadan, we sallied out to board the Pequod, sauntering along, and picking our teeth with halibut bones.

I utterly ignore her, to no avail, and while she's in midsentence – Page Six, Jackie O – I resort to waving our waiter over and ordering the cold corn chowder lemon bisque with peanuts and dill, an arugula Caesar salad and swordfish meat loaf with kiwi mustard, even though I already ordered this and he tells me so.

A fine rich clam chowder had been served in their quarters by the two Bobs.

Dorcas could remember falling asleep to the sound of their voices as they sat, as likely as not, in the kitchen over ten-o'clock bowls of steaming chowder, arguing to their hearts' content over the modern Greece Markos had grown up in and the ancient Greece so dear to her father.