The salty beach air, rich history, and friendly locals are all big draws, of course, but what really keeps me coming back to Lowcountry is the cuisine. How can one resist a place where there are pralines on every corner, and where all the restaurant menus offer up fried green tomatoes, hush puppies, and some of the freshest seafood you’ve ever had?
In LA it’s easy to forget that fall has started, since summer weather doesn’t really debut here until September, and often hangs on well into November. But in our family we just experienced our first official “No Seriously, It Really Is Fall” moment: Eleanora started school.
I love steak. Like, really love it. A four ounce cut of tenderloin grilled mediumare makes me all tingly.
But no restaurant serves a four ounce steak. They serve eight or ten or twelve ounce steaks. In spite of my very best efforts, I just can’t eat that much animal in one sitting. “Take it home!” Hubba Bubba always insists. So I do.
Hey there! The Lexingtonienne is back from a visit to the homeland. It was my first trip away from Eleanora (long overdue, probably, but that’s just the way it worked out). And while E and her daddy got lots of father-daughter bonding time over a long weekend at home in LA, I got to enjoy a rainy Lexington weekend with these precious people: