Chowder came to the Maritimes with the first fishermen — the word itself likely grew from the French chaudière, the big pot that simmered over dock fires. Whatever was landed that morning went in, and the tradition of throwing everything delicious into one pot never really left.
This is the Acadian take: haddock and scallops in a creamy, bacon-scented broth, finished with mussels that steam open right at the table. It is a bowl of pure Atlantic generosity, best eaten with crusty bread and a very large spoon.

