So Long To The South


Rufus' Food and Spirits Guide

0011 Shrimp and grits at Southern Gourmasian

By Katherine

Greg and I have spent most of this year in different time zones. We didn’t plan to be apart so long, but it turns out moving cross country (which we’d done twice before) is a lot harder when you’re selling a home. We drove our Honda Civic — loaded down with all the essentials of a dorm room and one very sedated dog — 2,208 miles from Sherwood, Arkansas to Oregon in early April. After a few days, Greg returned home to Arkansas to finish some house repairs and wait, and wait, and wait, for the house to sell. Over nearly four months, we had too many meals apart and too many conversations on the phone. Even worse — we woke up in separate beds. He had some good friends to keep him company and I had our mutt and some amazing new coworkers, but we were…

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