Hello, internet friends! It’s been a minute since I’ve written a blog post. The last few weeks of the spring semester were full of challenges, some expected and others unexpected, just like most semesters. Anyway, I try to minimize talk of graduate school in this space for two primary reasons: 1. This blog serves as my escape from the ivory tower life I’m living. 2. Grad school is an incredibly stressful experience for us grad students, but it’s a particularly boring subject for most people in the real world.
Prior to the shit show that defines the end of every semester, I managed to take a long weekend getaway to Charleston with two of my best gal pals. After I read John T. Edge’s The Potlikker Papers last summer, I vowed to visit Charleston at least once while I live in this part of the country. Edge explains that New Orleans and Charleston are the main Southern “foodie cities,” so I obviously had to experience them both. I was fortunate to present some research in the Big Easy in January of 2017, and I fell in love with the city. NOLA seems like a polarizing place, especially after Katrina, yet I loved every part of my trip from the rich cultural heritage of the city (e.g. street art, architecture, jazz music) to the delicious dishes and strong drinks I consumed while taking in the sights of this progressive place. While New Orleans is not a favorite among some groups, I had never heard of anyone who disliked Charleston. Thus, I could not wait to explore Charleston to enjoy more classic southern fare and see if the city lived up to the hype!