Pam and I will reluctantly leave Charleston today
after three days of high culture and Low Country food that leaves me wondering
how on earth the people of this city aren’t all 300 pounds. Here is a partial
list of the types of cuisine visited upon my gastro-intestinal system since I’ve
been here:
#shrimp and pepper jack grits
#collard greens that have steeped all day in a huge
pot full of ham
# she-crab soup with sherry
# Jambalaya
# fried okra
# boiled peanuts
# pecan pie
# gallons upon gallons of sweet tea
# mint juleps
Although we basically had great weather, it’s been
way too humid for the month of May. There is absolutely no wonder why southerners
walk so sloooowly. If you walk at a normal Richmond pace, not to mention a New
York City pace, you would be reduced to a pool of sweat in a matter of minutes.
So, you find yourself, for lack of a better term…ambling along, almost
zombie-like while trying to imagine how Charlestonians ever lived in these
gorgeous homes before the invention of air conditioning.
This city took two direct hits in its history, first
during the revolution, then during the Civil War. It has also dealt with
numerous fires and hurricanes, and yet, it endures. Charleston is simply too
beautiful to die.
I will be back.
