We asked some of our favorite scribes to riff on the part of their down-home Thanksgiving they simply couldn’t do without. Here’s what they said. (Stay tuned for more…)
Thanksgiving Eve is the most underrated holiday of the year.
No matter how early we begin preparations, and despite the many shopping lists we create in the run-up to the holidays, we always find ourselves missing an ingredient late Wednesday night. It might be nutmeg, mace, or turnips, but usually it’s butter or eggs.
Fortunately, Charleston’s Meeting Street “Pig” is open until 11 p.m., so however late it might be, we can pick up the butter or nutmeg—and let’s add a growler of beer while we’re at it.
But more than coming through in the clutch, the store is such a happy scene at that hour. We run into friends doing exactly what we’re doing and swap “What’d you forget?” stories, which turn into “What are you cooking?” stories, which become chats about Southern cooking traditions. And the spirit of the store is amazing: giddy with the anticipation of friends and family tearing it up at the table.