Catch of the Day

Sittin' on the dock of the bay

Every time I drive towards the coast, my stomach begins talking to me.  At first, it whispers of shrimp, hauled off the boats, deveined and broiled, dunked in salted butter so rich it drips down my wrist.  The my stomach growls about the fresh catch, cleaned while you wait, with the fish purveyor's suggestion on the perfect sauce to whip up.  As I drive over the bridge to the island and roll back my sunroof to breathe in the salt air, my stomach roars about oysters, plucked and shucked, so fresh you can grab an oyster knife, pop the shell open and sip the meat.  

I dream of months with an R in them.  I plot oysters roasts in my dreams.  And whenever I am near the coast, I visit the local seafood shop.  

Bike Share Kickoff

Share my bike?

My sultry city has just launched a bike share!  We're the first city in the state to kick off this initiative and the hornets nest is buzzing!  How will it work?  How much does it cost?  How much does it make?  You want me to share my bike?  Oh bless.  

Suntanned Toes

Drive until the map turns blue

With the Fourth of July holiday falling on a Wednesday this year, I just couldn't wrap my head around being stranded in the sweltering city on one of the three major beach weekends of the year.  I put in for vacation, crammed the car full of books, bathing suits and dog paraphernalia, loaded up the fur-babies and the hubby and off we went to Holden Beach, NC.  

Craft Beer with a Southern Flair

Tasting the taps

I have recently rediscovered my love for beer.  In college, it was a love based on discount malted barley consumed in quantities large enough to float a small row boat.  This new found love is mature and honest.  It's based on taste and aesthetics and a joy of sliding up to a makeshift bar where the beer is born.