Ok, there isn’t going to be anything wordless about this Wednesday, but I’m about to take you on my fabulous food tour of North Carolina. Prepare yourselves, shit gets real. Really real.
First Stop, by request of Brandee, Chick Fil-A. Consumed: Chick-n Minis, hashbrowns & fresh-squeezed lemonade. Verdict? Worth all the hype and then some. Everything was delicious and Brandy says they have the nicest staff 100% of the time. A+.
NEXT! Smithfield’s. For barbecue. Which is essentially pulled pork, but with a bang. Now, back it up…I’ve gathered that southerners take their barbecue very seriously. Smithfield’s makes there’s differently than anyone else & is among the best, I’m told. Consumed: BBQ on a sandwich with coleslaw, Hushpuppies & sweet tea. Verdict? I can’t even. Completely delicious and I’m ticked that I could not finish my Hushpuppies because I dream of them still. And the sweet tea was incredible enough that I had Brandy tell me about 17 times how to make it at home and I’m bringing it north. A++.
Still on Friday- holy crap I ate a lot that day…Piola. For Brandy’s baby showerish. This was so much fun for me since I dined with these ladies…
l to r: @lauracase / @poeiap / @heirtoblair / @holdsmama / @mannlymama / @mrshiggison / @bethunc04
…and my stars but the conversation turned to food and then to donkey shows (don’t ask. I fuckin mean it, dude. DON’T ASK PO!) and then to the differences between Canada and the USA and before I knew it dinner was over and I had barely touched my pizza. For which I was properly scolded. Look how much I ate, Beth Anne! And somewhere in the middle of all of that, I barely noticed a guy from the corner saddle on up to the table, lean himself right over in between Beth Anne & Shannon and say to me: “Girl, you are cracked!” and I didn’t know whether to laugh or shoot him the finger so I chose laughter. The mouths of about six southern ladies dropped right open when he told me I was ::ahem:: the most beautiful women he had ever seen and then he added that I was probably taken. It was both flattering and hysterical & probably made more so by the reactions of my fellow dinner guests:) Sidebar: Ladies? Thank you for making me feel so welcome. I so much loved meeting you all, I had such a great time, I was so flattered to be invited into your company and your conversations. You may “ma’am” me whenever you like:)
And as if that wasn’t quite enough, we went to Goodberry’s and got ice cream.
I’m disgusted with myself.
But then, not, because it was completely delicious.
Saturday was the piece de resistance when, on the way to the River we went to Bojangles & got sweet tea! BoBerry biscuits! Cheddar Bo’s! and GRITS! I gotta tell ya, I was slightly afraid of grits. They sounded…gritty. They are not. They are bland on their own but delicious with salt and I ate two helpings on Saturday and another two on Sunday for breakfast. I’m a grits fan. Brought some back in my luggage, even.
It was the most food I have ever eaten in a single weekend- I didn’t even hardly snack at all because I was always so full. Also, I was full from the drinking. I was childless and on vacation- there was much consumption.
And then, because I had gotten my stomach right trained on ingesting, I held up the entire plane on the flight home as I waited for my Starbucks Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappucino (shut up, yes it was my second that day). Sorreh.