I have been schooled on many things while spending time along the east coast between Cumberland Island, Georgia and Cape Hatteras, North Carolina — and one such thing is chowder.
Recently, I made the acquaintance of a now-septuagenarian, a self-described “former” salty sailor, who sailed across the Atlantic on a thirty-some-odd-foot sailboat, and he said it best while sitting alongside my husband and me at our favorite place to eat in Oriental, North Carolina when he passionately proclaimed, “Chowder is a big damn deal”!
