My dearest Clam Chowder,
I love you, I really do... but I think it is time we break up. We have really had a good run. I have loved you since a young girl, especially in a bread bowl so I could so gracefully do the dip with your top and sides. My earliest memories of you are in a big shell from the Fisherman's Grotto on the Wharf in Monterey. You were just as delicious then as you are now. My favorite Clam Chowder is full of cream and butter, not too many potatoes and lots of salt and pepper.
My jeans are getting tight and it is all your fault. You are just too wonderful for me to have in moderation. So the time has come, we must part ways. It was a good ride Clam Chowder. It really was, I will miss you. Don't call, it will just make this harder.
Sincerly, Melissa Good Taste