It's always with mixed feelings – sad to leave but will be great to
be home – my restaurant is now closed!
This year our departure is different – we are closing up the house
and all of us are going North to Indian Land to visit my friend's
Daughter and Son-in-law prior to flying from Charlotte to London.
On my first “sweep” of the house, collecting all the bits and
pieces for packing, a passing thought, wouldn't it be perfect if I
got a final hide surprise today – I live in hope.
Here's another thought - if you are ever in this neck of the woods
you might be interested to know you can sign up for a Culinary Tour
of Charleston and eat your way round, sampling Lowcountry cuisine to
two hour tasting of desserts or even a Chef's Kitchen Tour – if
food is your bag then this suggestion is right up your alley.
Taking a break from the enormity of how to fit all my fab purchases
into suitcases that I swear have shrunk since we arrived – an
impossible task – I take a coffee break. Am I glad I did – I
spend a happy hour watching a family of vultures (mum, dad and baby)
perched on next door's dock – it looked for all the world like they
were taking junior out for the afternoon and were in no hurry to fly
off. Long enough for me to observe up close and personal with the
binoculars – with or without them it's the nearest I've even been
to vultures!
Gotta go – quick change for a return match at the Outback
restaurant – decisions, decisions – hey, go out in a blaze of
glory I say – Crab and Avocado Stack with Garlic Parmesan Fries.
Ribeye and Filet Mignon for the GOM – worth every inch around my
already expanded waistline – must get on that treadmill tomorrow!
Back to the packing, groan.
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