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I have been to Charleston, South Carolina three times now, and with each visit I fall more in love with The Holy City. It lives up to its charming rap; seeped in history and filled to the brim with beautiful details. I am never not enamored with all of the colorful facades, flower-filled window boxes, and the Southern hospitality that the city itself seems to exude.
Below you’ll find my “hit list” of where to stay, eat, and shop, and some suggestions as to what else you can do while you are there.
My “Christmas spirit” was severely lacking earlier this month. Are you familiar with that old Faith Hill song “Where are you Christmas”, from How the Grinch Stole Christmas? I felt as if I was walking around with that playing on a constant loop.
This was weird for me.
I am actually someone who typically (annoyingly) belts out that song, and any other holiday tune that comes to mind to anyone who will listen to me. I start slowly pulling out my decorations in October; of which there are many. I keep running lists of the gifts I want to buy for people, all year long.
But this year, meh.
I am not sure what brought this about…maybe I was too focused on a couple of the long-term projects I’ve been working on. I tend to hone in like a laser (Eye on the prize, you know?) and am practically bursting at the seams to complete and share some things with you in 2017. Or perhaps, I was just too far in my own head. There is a part of me that felt very “How is it December, again“? This year flew.
What I do know for sure is that when I get into that space, the best thing I can do is to “go”. It can be anywhere really. There are plenty of country roads near my home that I can ramble down, trails to hike, or sweet small towns to visit. I’ve never shied away from booking a plane ticket either. I like to get lost, and simply put, it’s the best way for me to get back to myself.
In this case, I found the happy medium with a road trip to Woodstock, VT for Wassail Weekend. It was either an instance of extreme serendipity or of astute Facebook algorithms, but I was seeing mentions of this festival everywhere! All of the photos I clicked on looked like scenes straight from a Currier & Ives print, so I figured if there were any place I could find a bit of that Christmas magic, it would be there.
I was right.
I took approximately 987,654 photos for you, but in words, these are a few of the things that I loved about this beautiful celebration (and place):
The decorations! Not a corner of Woodstock was left untouched. Even the cars were decorated! Each home, shop, and restaurant in the very least had a wreath, and all were so unique and fitting to their locations. I loved that the Vermont Flannel Company for example, had potted trees outside their storefront with flannel bows tied to them. My favorite display, however, was the big sleigh, which was perched in front of a flower shop. The door to the shop was covered in lit garlands and twigs and dried flowers; so gorgeous.
I realize that I had a pretty limited scope, but I felt a true sense of community in this town. The people that I met seemed genuinely excited about the goings on, and were eager to share not only information about Woodstock, but to lend a helping hand in general. All of the businesses were extremely crowded by the end of Saturday, visitors were lost, and it was freezing cold outside to boot – but there was nary (from what I could see) a Scrooge in sight!
This is somewhat in keeping with the above, but I went into several restaurants while I was there, and each one had a chalkboard or visible menu that listed all of the local products and ingredients that the establishment was using, all the way down to the Farmhouse Pottery I was eating out of. We have a little bit of this in Upstate NY, but it would make my heart happy to see more of it. Coming from a family of small business owners, I know that this is how small businesses grow; through sharing and support, starting in their own communities. It’s such an awesome thing.
One of the most fun aspects of having a (mostly) food blog is that people inevitably want to share their recipes with me. I’ve been entrusted with old worn index cards (my personal favorite), forwarded links to anywhere and everywhere, and even jotted down ingredient lists and directions while chatting with strangers. All of these scenarios make my heart happy.
This cocktail is actually a hand-me-down of sorts too. It comes to us all the way from Grand Cayman, via my Aunt Linda who got it from Ziggy, the bartender at Rum Point. As I am told, Aunt Linda chopped a handful of fresh basil from her garden, which she later brought to Ziggy so that he could whip up a batch of his “famous” ginger basil martinis for her and my parents who were visiting from New York. Somewhere between the first drink and a few too many she wrangled this recipe out of him. It came back to me with a note that said “make for blog”. I so appreciate that my Aunt Linda had the gumption to ask for it, and that she knew I would love it and want to share it; she’s good like that.
Believe it or not that happened nearly two years ago, and I’ve been keeping this drink in my back pocket ever since. You might have guessed that there are other things I’ve been keeping from you. It was a quiet summer on the blog for a few reasons. The first being that my long-talked-about redesign is finally happening! I am not entirely certain as to a launch date yet, but what I do know is that the site will have a much cleaner look overall, be easier to navigate, and include a recipe index.
I traveled a lot over the last couple of months. I took several road trips to pretty little corners of Upstate New York and parts of New England that I hadn’t yet seen. There was a trip to Charleston as well. I went before Hurricane Matthew hit, and am sending lots of love and light there and to the other areas affected as they continue to clean up. If anything, I hope these photos will serve as another reminder to visit that truly beautiful city at some point.
So as not to inundate you with all of the shots I took, I am going to update my original Charleston city guide with new photos and what we ate this time, where we stayed, etc. Spoiler alert: we loved the Peanut Butter & Jelly beer at Edmund’s Oast (I had my doubts about this, but the PB smell alone was enough to reel me in!), I’m still thinking about our incredible meal at 167 Raw, and Planters Inn will forever have my old-school-vintage-loving heart.
This post is a mashup then of what’s been happening and what’s to come. I should also mention that I’ll be heading to Grand Cayman myself for New Year’s Eve, so hopefully I (or my Aunt Linda) can pry another stellar cocktail recipe out of Ziggy; more adventures and more fun drinks always. In the meantime, some things may be shifting around here until I can get the redesign fully hashed out, but I intend to keep on posting. I have a backlog of recipes that I want to share and have so missed being able to connect with all of you.
In that spirit, cheers to a new season, new content, and lots of new beginnings!