Last week, I invited Sadie to do a guest post for us. She has written such a lovely piece that I might have to make this a regular weekly occurrence, since I can’t get over how much fun this feature is. It’s fun to spice things up and read the blog from a different perspective.
If you haven’t had the privilege of meeting Sadie yet, she’s one of my closest college friends and a proud gal from North Carolina. We were so happy to have her in town for the Bridge Run – I can’t wait to host her down here again. (All photos in the post following were taken by the sassy Southerner herself.) I used to be an avid reader of her own blog (which she sadly hasn’t updated since she last reported from Germany), so maybe after this post here we can rally to encourage the lady to return to the written word (in blog form, at least).
Two days and 5 hours ago, I was walking the streets of Charleston—a classically Southern town (for more reasons than one), and the perfect place to spend the weekend. Charleston is a great place to be for many reasons…most of them being food. Also included is the old stones lining the streets that seem to cry out in southern accents, “Hey Ya’ll, wanna hear a story?” I’ve toured through the town, gotten sauced on the pier, and jaunted over that big old bridge. In the past, Charleston has been a wonderful respite from the 4 lanes of traffic that I face every day. But it wasn’t until I had the chance to walk down a very specific set of stones on Queen Street and pass time with two friendly southerners that I really got a feel for the truly blissful nature of life in this Southern mecca. Continue reading
I’ve always enjoyed a grocery store trip, especially when I’m not quite sure what I’m getting but have a general idea of what I need. It’s the part of what I want that always is the most fun, along with the hunt of what I can find.
Grocery store round-up: yeah, I don't know how this happened, either.
Last summer, Jamey and I started venturing to grocery stores together when I made my way out to Charleston permanently. It was several months before we ever cooked our first meal, and even then it was probably some lame salmon attempt on my part. I like to think that our food knowledge and experience has drastically improved since then. Continue reading
Before this post can even begin, the big question is: does anyone know of a good photo collage-making website? Because seriously, this has plagued me all day and I can’t seem to find the website that once changed my life with this ability. (Suggestions, please. I am really, really really really in need of finding the answer to this question. Back to the original post.)
How was everyone’s weekend? Ours was eventful and relaxing, which always is the perfect combination. It also put in to motion several blog posts for this week that I think you will find quite entertaining, if you find us so. (And I assume you do – otherwise, why are you here?)
Friday, we scooted up to Pawleys Island for an overnight trip with Jamey’s parents and their friends from Williamsburg. It was great to hear more stories about little Jamey, reminisce of Georgia, and have a delicious meal with a great group of people. (I am craving some of those clams and sauce right now…this flashback to winter weather is draining.)
- Crazy-eyed group pic at Frank’s
We also took the gear to make garden sours for the group, which didn’t turn out as well as they usually do. Continue reading
One of the things I always enjoy about Claire and I, is that she can always respond in kind to any of the nonsense I throw at her.
I’ve been out of town all week -feels like longer than that-, and I sent Claire an email today that said: Continue reading
Sarby did arrive soon after my post on Friday, and we immediately hit the town for some Charleston fun. Somehow we ended up taking very few pictures (which, if you know Sarby and me, is very uncharacteristic of us when we get together). But in this town it’s hard to have your eyes behind the shutter all the time when there is so much scenery to take in and fun to be had, which is exactly what occurred.
- Sullivan’s Island on a very hoppin’ Saturday.
This photo doesn’t really do justice to how many people were out soaking in the sun on Saturday. You can start to see the Sullivan’s lighthouse in the distance and the crowd farther down near Station 22, but I always tend to go where the crowds are fewer. Our area was just perfect, along with the sun, sand and company.
Our food expeditions were once again fruitful. Jamey cooked Greek burgers, which we topped off with feta and red peppers on Greek buns. (I don’t know where Jamey got these, but they were definitely a good low-carb option. Apologies for not taking pictures.) After a luxuriating day at the beach, we returned to a pork butt in the smoker – my favorite smoking option, of course – and polished off our meal with garden sours (oh, and you so know I documented this whole affair – future post to come!)
Great weekend once again? I think that’s a hearty yes. And this coming one is already something I greatly anticipate, but you’ll find out more about that come Friday.
All this week, Jamey has been out of town for business.
It’s always funny when he leaves and gives me the house to myself. For the first couple days, I am usually good at finding entertainment: I have time to watch all the t.v. shows and movies I have been wanting to watch (although I never got around to The Last Song like I meant to…bummer), the opportunity to throw my clothes everywhere, maybe not wash all the dirty dishes in the sink at once, and have ample time to do loads of laundry. Girls’ nights feel like they can last all evening, since I only return to an empty house, and later evening shopping excursions give me an excuse to get out and buy just what I don’t really need. (I may or may not have bought this scarf tonight…I am my mother’s daughter.)
That’s not to say Jamey pressures me to do any of the above chores or chains me to the kitchen sink when he’s home. (Or does he?) But our evening hours together are precious, since he’s not a night owl and sometimes likes to do his own thing. That’s fine, and I always respect it; I know we need our space and different activities here and there to relax and take our mind off of a long day’s work.
However, hours spent doing loads of laundry and dishes are not ever appealing (for the obvious reasons and others). I’d always rather spend time with him, no matter the activity. Evenings with Jamey are always a time of day that I wish lasted as long as some work days feel like.
But come Thursday after a business trip, I am always ready for his return. Even if it means that he makes fun of me constantly, like this…
…then nights sitting at home and mocking each other are the only evenings I need.