One of the best things about publishing Edible Orlando is the mail I receive. Every season publishers of the other 70-odd Edible magazines send new issues, and I always say the same thing when I crack open a fresh one: “I want to go there!” So when it came time for my husband, our daughter and I to head North from Orlando for a summer getaway, I proposed that we hit as many Edible regions as possible. (And in our Fall Issue, out September 1, we’ll highlight even more!)
It would take a few hours before hitting official Edible territory, so in the meantime Edible Orlando designer Jason Farmand recommended Carmine’s Pie House in Jacksonville’s Riverside neighborhood, the perfect spot to bid farewell to Florida. After a whopping three hours on the road it was high time for hand-tossed pizza with homemade ricotta. We couldn’t resist sharing a pint of People’s Pale Ale, a true locavore’s delight — Intuition Ale Works is just a half-mile from the restaurant.
And speaking of official Edible territory, Edible Beaufort has yet to hit the stands, but is rumored to be in the works. After an overnight in this gorgeous waterfront city in South Carolina’s Lowcountry, I can attest that the future editors will have plenty of material for their publication. We hit Beaufort before sunset, when the gas lamps come on, and had plenty of time to stock up for the next day’s drive within steps of City Loft Hotel in downtown Beaufort.
I fully admit to choosing this hotel because their website boasts a testimonial from Ted Lee of the Lee Brothers, some of my favorite Southern-food writers. And my hunch was a good one: their on-site coffee shop was stocked with pimento cheese sandwiches, and the friendly barista who made my delicious frozen cappuccino taught me the proper way to pronounce the town’s name (it’s BEW-fert, not BOW-fert) so I didn’t sound like a tourist.
In addition to stocking some seriously fab hostess gifts, Lowcountry Produce has local produce, pickles, preserves and a full to-go menu perfect for car picnics.
And just in case we got a little peckish before lunch, I made my husband do a U-turn on the way out of town so I could check out the offerings at Piggly Wiggly. (Remember Piggly Wiggly? There used to be on on Lee Road. Sigh.) There is no shortage of pimento cheese in either South or North Carolina, but the Pawley’s Island Palmetto Cheese I found at the Pig had bacon for added goodness. Just add Triscuits.
Next stop: Edible Piedmont territory