April 22, 2013 by E.
Alright, kiddos. Let this serve as your official warning. A. and I are on a full hiatus from alcohol, fried foods, any sort of cooked animal skin product (I’m looking at you, Husk), butter, and heavy cream.
Why would anyone want to live like this, you ask?
Because, dear readers, as it turns out, Charleston’s exquisite restaurants and talented chefs are good for your sense of adventure, your taste buds, and your soul, but not so good for your arteries, your wallet, or your waistline.
I wish all of you a happy Monday! If you need to reach me over the next several days, I’ll be huffing and puffing on the treadmill, dreaming of ways to turn fluffy biscuits and creamy cheese grits into health foods.