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I got back from North Carolina on Thursday. I managed to make a good impression on the stations. I tasted the local specialities. I imagined myself living in the “Tarheel State” with Mark.
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Courtney showed me where Oprah lives. She said Oprah bought this mega-property so that she has a place to say when she’s visiting Maya Angelou
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North and South Carolina were one colony until 1729. Carolina was named to honor Charles IX of France and then Charles I and Charles II of England. Carolina is rooted in Latin and comes from the word Caroliinus. This word is derived from the name Carolus, translated as “Charles.”
[from http://www.netstate.com/states/intro/nc_intro.htm]
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Some nice houses in NC
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On Tuesday night, we ate at the Mayflower.
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I had a combo plate of Fried Catfish and Popcorn Shrimp. Tasty stuff….but all that fried breaded goodness filled me up quickly. The Mayflower had a bunch of seafood – all fried. This hearty meal came with fries and hush puppies – corn bread, fried and in the shape of a huge onion ring. You might be able to catch a peek of the hush puppies underneath the fries, catfish and shrimp.
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Just from a glance at a menus from a few other restuarants, it seems people here like to fry everything. It reminds me of this B-Side Radio program about trying all the fried goodies at the State Fair. Did cheesecake need to be fried up? What about twinkies? Or Oreos? Yeah…something like that.
In any event, I managed to make some healthy choices for lunch. I went to lunch with some folks from the station. They picked a cute and classy spot in what some sign called the “Reynolda Historic District.” I wanted to try the catfish sandwich there, but they ran out. So I chose the “cold plate” lunch special – tuna, chicken and pasta salads over a bed of greens. It tasted great, especially when the temps reaching up to 99 degrees or so.
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I bought some North Carolina wine for my family back home. At this store, the staff pix covered French and Napa labels.
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Here’s Lindy on the way to the Raliegh airport.
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She decided to takeher allergy medicine in the morning….and it made her sleepy.
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On my last day in NC – we stopped by Biscuitville for breakfast. I think biscuits are another staple of the local cuisine.
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I had the buiscuits and gravy. The last time I had this dish was back in Gallup, New Mexico – on our road trip from LA to Chicago. The Biscuitville version had these fluffy biscuits and savory gravy…another hearty meal. I could only eat half of it.
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At the airport…a grim reminder….My heart kinda stopped in my throat as I thought about the men and women separated from their families because of this war.