April really is the cruelest month, this year anyway. All winter, no snow (save for that little blizzard that blew through in January). This weekend, as everything is abloom, came the cold wet shnee. The garden is trying its best to sprout. Even the local supermarket’s bins are showing no signs of spring. So, we continue to cook from a winter larder—with onions and potatoes. And for today’s lunch with salt pork and a fine piece of cod, we made a warm chowder, enriched with butter and milk.