Sunday Soup

Planning ahead, John asked me on Saturday if I would make bread for dinner on Sunday and he would make clam chowder. So I put the no-knead bread together that night. Sunday, John was humming along in the kitchen to the KRNN Broadway program (Amal and the Night Visitors, seasonally enough, and one of his faves) slicing and dicing making salad out of red and white cabbage and the celeriac in the frig. Some friends called to see if we'd like to go to the Island Pub for pizza for dinner. Normally, yes, but you see we have this bread and salad and soup all cooked and so why not come over for dinner?
So we had a lovely Sunday supper of halibut and clam chowder (the creamy kind, does anyone eat Manhatten clam chowder?) the slaw, a big tossed salad, fresh warm bread and butter, scrumptious pears, apples, oranges, and finished it with hazelnut and pistachio gelato that our friends brought. San Pellagrino, Dry Creek Fume. Conversation that ranged from how college is and how dreadful the USF food is, to the Iowa primary to many other things, a wonderful evening, and don't ever feel bad about just calling up and if we tell you to come on over, it is just fine. We love it.