Fish Chowder, Chicken Burrito, and Butter Tarts
My Mom and I have concluded that these are, in fact, the Best Butter Tarts Ever, better even than my Grandma’s, and that’s saying a lot. (If she was around to actually make them her presence would trump these, even when eaten beside the ocean before going for a paddle in the kayak, but sadly she’s not.)
We finally made it over to SoBo in the late afternoon… we left W in the tub under the charge of my Dad and popped into town for a cup of fish chowder and a chicken burrito, thick with slabs of melting avocado (much better than guacamole would have been, I think) and big enough for the two of us to share.
The fish chowder was a relief – it’s the sort of thing I’ve been meaning to eat since arriving here – but it was far spicier than I recall it being last summer, and when my Mom pointed out the fact that I was wincing with every bite, I decided not to finish. Boo.
But the butter tart. Oh, the butter tart. The perfect degree of runniness inside, chewy-gooey around the edges, with raisins and a flaky all-butter crust. I’ll be back tomorrow morning when they open at 11 for more. And if I see Lisa, I may just implore her for the recipe.
Meanwhile, you can try my Grandma’s.
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