On my dusty nook of accomplishments, I proudly place Fish Chowder.
In an act of extreme pluckiness on my part, I ordered and ate a bowl of Fish Chowder while out and about in DC.
Not at my hotel.
Not on my way back to my room.
Nope, I did it while in the middle of a Smithsonian Museum where any type of stomach issue would have proven ruinous to my clunker of a brain.
Yes, it was an audacious act of pluck.
So, scooch over 8th Grade Spelling Bee Trophy. An empty bowl of chowder has earned a place on my cranny of spoils.
Still the Fool, Chloe