It’s 303 miles from the mountains of Salem, Va., to the dock at Topsail Island, N.C.
Charlie Counts knows this because he makes the trip, there and back, every Wednesday, waking before even summer’s early light and arriving home with five oversized coolers, full of fish, by supper time.
Game Day. Every single one brings emotions that warm the soul like any holiday in Baton Rouge. The scents of browning roux, whiskey on ice, and smoldering pecan branches combine into an aroma that permeates LSU’s campus. Under live oak trees and on the front steps of academic buildings, the space surrounding Tiger Stadium fills with purple- and gold-clad fans ready to celebrate the ritualistic football game. People who aren’t from here sometimes wonder what they’re getting themselves into. They don’t understand the magnitude of sprawling tailgate parties that await their visit.
Is there a toffee hotline? If so, I need one. I’m really not proud of this, but I can’t seem to stop the oversharing. Throughout the past few weeks, I’ve successfully consumed two wholesale portions of Walker Creek Almond Toffee out of Tennessee. Just a smidgen now, I think, as I break off a piece. And of course, I need a bit with my afternoon tea, right? That’s only right. And now I’m down to my last piece.