Every once in a while when I’m cruising around Charleston, I get a whiff of Georgia.
This is more palpable than the random pangs I have for home and family. In fact, I’ve been able to smell South Georgia’s forest fires all week here and smother in the blown-over haze. (Yesterday morning’s run didn’t even happen; I could hardly breathe the haze+humidity was so rough, so walk I did.)
So when my co-worker did a weather check yesterday afternoon, I was pleasantly surprised to hear that we might get slapped around with a little thunderstorm. It made the after-work journey home all the more interesting:
This was irresponsible photo-taking, but isn't it cool?
One thing I miss madly about Georgia is the frequent southern thunderstorm. There’s nothing like the oncoming breeze of a big one – when you’re standing out in the grass and catch a whiff of the rain, and a rumble follows. Driving, you see the bright flash in the distance, and you lean more toward the windshield to get a better glimpse and predict where the next one will hit. Continue reading
Last week, I threw a surprise birthday party in honor of Jamey’s 30th. In order to not understate the results of this event, I have to admit that it was pretty much epic.
Dancing the night away on the Carolina Belle.
As soon as I got home from work, Jamey and I hopped in the car and headed toward a mysterious location. I did a good job keeping this destination secret from him, and I have to compliment his friends as well for keeping everything under wraps.
We turned and twisted down familiar roads until arriving at the Maritime Center. By then, Jamey guessed we were doing a cruise; I confirmed, but he still didn’t know the full plan. Continue reading
Now that I’ve started working on Daniel Island again, Jamey and I can easily meet for lunch. Check out our new spot:
How about that view, huh?
Yeah, you can be jealous.
It’s funny: even if we take a few days off from the blog, Jamey and I still spend so many conversations planning future posts. “Oh, take a picture! That’d be a good blog post!” and “Should we make this? We could blog about it…would probably be popular with the readers,” etc. are two of many topics we throw around. We truly are devoted to all of you, dear readers.
I did start a new job at the end of last week, which explains where I’ve been. And can you believe it? Jamey is finally back in town!
To start the weekend off right, Jamey and I went to our favorite nearby Greek restaurant and ordered this:
The Super Steve/Sam whoever Special. So glad we have leftovers right about now.
Jamey suggested I take a picture before we dig in, but $18.99 for this whole stinkin’ thing? You better believe we split that delicious puppy with two side salads and an extra helping of Greek potatoes. The shrimp are my favorite part, so Jamey in all his thoughtfulness began to brainstorm how we can recreate the shrimp Jamey&Claire-style. (We’re thinking this seasoning might do the trick, which is what we use to give our Greek burgers an awesome kick. Now to figure out how they sauté those shrimp to get them just right…) Continue reading
Yesterday afternoon, Jamey and I sat on our porch and basked in the late Sunday rays, books in hand and bellies full of a great Easter brunch.
Our front porch.
Jamey lounged on the chaise while I sprawled out over the rocker, and we mindlessly chatted about our house and the passers-by.
“Jamey, what should we write our blog post about tomorrow?” Most of our Sunday afternoons are spent tossing around this question. We review what we’ve recently cooked, who we’ve spent our time with, and what’s amused us the past few days.
Jamey closed his book and stretched. “I don’t know. What have we done this weekend?” Continue reading
Last night didn’t turn out exactly as planned. If you haven’t yet followed our Twitter feed (get on that!), but Jamey’s flight was cancelled yesterday morning, which invariably led to my cancelling of his dinner reservation. Luckily, my friend Anne was still onboard, and the evening turned into a wonderful girls’ night out at Old Village Post House in Mt. Pleasant.
Look at these jerks who get to have homes right on the water.
The Old Village is tucked away in the off-beaten paths of Charleston, where every home has a front porch as wide as the house and trees draped with Spanish moss. The homes in this neck of the woods epitomize Lowcountry living, settled into the marsh and most glorious at the time of the evening sunset. (I used to live in the Old Village, and wandering over there last night made me want to live there again.)
Dinner was a lovely progression of food and beer tastings, paired with brews from Lefthand Brewing. While the food was good, what really overpowered each course were the beers themselves.
I’ve never paired multiple courses with beer before, and I’m not sure this one exactly turned me into a beer pairing convert. I still am astounded by the incredible wine and food pairings we had at Tristan…those flavors truly were exceptional. Therefore, the bar was already set extremely high when I sat down for my meal last night. It’s hard to compete when the last paired wine five-course meal you had blew anything else out of the water. Continue reading