Have you ever had the urge to get in the car and drive an hour for some BBQ you read about in Garden and Gun?
Well, that’s exactly what happened this past Sunday. My friend Lauren and I were chatting about breakfast plans when she sent me a screenshot of Garden and Gun’s write up about Southern Soul Barbeque in St. Simons Island, GA. Since it’s only 60 miles away, we hopped in my car and went for a drive.
I have a quarterly girl’s night dinner with three of my fantastic friends, and this quarter’s just happened to fall on the opening week of Sbraga & Co. – the new restaurant from Chef Kevin Sbraga (you might remember him from Top Chef) at Unity Plaza.
We started off the meal with the bread board. The salted butter and fennel jam accompanied pretzel bites, corn bread, whole grain bread (made with grains from Intuition!), and last but very not least – the best fucking biscuit I have ever tasted. All four of us may have ordered extra biscuits to-go, but that can’t be confirmed since all evidence has been destroyed.
You know what’s fun?
Leaving the show ring behind and heading out to the woods for some cross country schooling.
A couple of weekends ago, I joined some of the girls from the barn and we headed out to FloridaSun Farms in Hawthorne for some schooling over their cross country course. FloridaSun Farms is a beautiful property that’s home to Dimar Caspians and The Church Barn (gorgeous wedding venue if you’re looking!).
For me, breakfast is the most challenging meal of Whole30. I’m an egg lover, but I get bored very quickly with them. I also like breakfasts that I can grab and go because I love to get every single second of sleep possible in the mornings.
I also love bacon.
I’m 22 days into my second round of Whole30, and I haven’t killed anyone.
Actually, I’m doing pretty great. I walked into this round with a different mindset, and that changed the game for me. I’ve been generally following the Whole30 guidelines while not obsessing over every single teeny tiny detail. I’ve let myself have a once a week cheat meal (gasp!), but I get right back on the Whole30 horse after that meal.
Remember that time like 2 years ago when Liz and I threw sanity and rational thinking out the window and did Whole30?
We were a little on the cranky and miserable side throughout the experience because cheese and alcohol and carbs are wonderful and we missed them. I have no problem owning up to the fact that I’m a lot nicer of a person after a glass of wine or a cupcake.