by Laura
Today we ventured to gourmet market Southern Season. There was a section just for nut butters. There was honey specifically designed for stirring into tea, as opposed to honey best used for marinades. There were Duke basketball cutting boards that were both whimsical and hand-carved. It’s safe to say that this store would fall into the category of “stuff white people like”.
I had bribed Harold to come here with the promise of lunch from their in-house restaurant, the Weathervane. He ultimately agreed that the mango chicken sandwich was worth having to navigate the Le Creueset sale. (Southern Season also has a hefty cooking supply section.) Luckily for me, the free gelato samples also helped keep the peace.
Here, I became distracted by pretty colors of the baking sugar bottles. That’s when Harold officially knew all was lost.
Jellybean madness – the Chapel Hill version of Every Flavor Beans.
Readers of this blog might be thinking…”So, Harold likes sports. Laura likes cooking. Traditional, much?”
Not to worry, though. Tonight, Harold made dinner.
I suspect that he felt a sense of pride in the success of his stirfry. The broccoli was finely chopped. The water chestnuts had a clean, even distribution. And, next time, he’ll try incorporating our $10 bottle of marinade honey, just to give it that “Top Chef” wannabe touch.
Southern Season also offers classes, should he want to take his culinary skill to the next level. And, they are well-known for their gift baskets. From my expertise as the recipient of such a present, I can confirm that your loved one will thoroughly enjoy items such as chocolate caramels, and perhaps even eat them all for breakfast. Just saying!
Laura
Harold
