Since I’m posting this so late, I can already report on the first two nights. Saturday’s dinner was the best meal we’ve had a long time. I magnanimously let S take the leftovers for lunch this morning, and have regretted it ever since.
The corn chowder was less chowdah and more soupy. Personally, I thought it was still tasty although other members in this household likened it to warmed milk (which, actually, would’ve been a compliment coming from the furrier crowd).