Over a month ago, Jamey and I got a hankering to make our own limoncello. I’m not sure what started this idea, other than the fact that Jamey loves lemons and I love photographing and blogging our recipe escapades. Naturally, this was a recipe and photoblogging plan devised in heaven.
Our homemade limoncello: bottled and poured.
Wait a minute. Now that I’m looking at this picture, I know *exactly* how this venture started: with a TJ Maxx trip. Continue reading
- Bit the bullet and bought the belt buckle.
Yes, that is what you think it is: Jamey had a little too much Firefly and lemonade one night last week and bought himself a new belt buckle – made of bullets. Ridiculous. 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
Last fall, we ventured to FIG Restaurant for a friend’s birthday occasion while she was in town. It was a life-changing experience that set Jamey’s and my foodie interests in motion, and it still remains to be the best meal we’ve eaten in Charleston. (How’s that for a weighty endorsement?)
We also mixed a lot of drinks last summer (including my Buxton margs, which I guarantee will make an appearance sometime soon). Yet again, nothing kicked off our venture into mixology more than the garden sour that accompanied the meal at FIG.
With the sun sky high and temperatures at more than 80 degrees, this past weekend was the ideal opportunity for a taste of summer. So it is without further ado that I present to you how Jamey and Claire make a garden sour.
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.
Very occasionally, Jamey and I get awfully silly.
And tonight we got awfully silly.
I bring you our future child:
The Jamey-Claire baby.
This is our future. Is it a girl? Is it a boy? Why is it blond? Only time will tell.
But for now, I can only say that for the past hour we have had way too much fun with this website and its photo uploading and blending capabilities.
…Now back to your regularly scheduled Thursday evening.
Claire and I made a New Year’s resolution: We would walk to the grocery store.
We live at "A"
But yesterday it was cold.
And my car was parked over on Chalmers St. and I wanted to move it.
And it was cold.
And we wanted to get groceries for the week.
So we drove.
I’d like to say that we lasted a full 9 days of walking to the grocery store, but we didn’t. I just stopped by the store next to the office on the way home. So we never went to that one by foot…
The issue arose when we got to the store and remembered that I’d be out of town all week. So we really didn’t need to get a lot of groceries at all… So we bought a lot of wine!
Namely this crazy Japanese plum wine stuff. It smells terrible and antiseptic, but tastes pretty good. I’m not sure about drinking it straight, but I think it’ll make a fun mixer.
I’m inclined to attempt to form some kind of moral or lesson that I’ve learned here, but I can’t be bothered.