My day off. I join the Tate family at the Barn for breakfast. Ginnie has made scrambled eggs, home-fried potatoes, and toast. They ask my plans for the day. I'm driving to
I drive away and head east on
The drive is pretty. Rolling hills, lots of trees, and plenty of farmsteads line the road. Mobile homes are plentiful. This area must be more affluent. I don't see a lot of the abandoned homes that are obvious in
I pull into Carrboro pretty close to . I park near the Weaver Street Market and walk around.
I park the car in front of the Carolina Brewery. I'm on
I like to read folktales and ask if there is a section of Southern Folklore. The shopkeeper points to shelves along the back wall and tells me to browse through the section simply called "The South." There is a Folklore section, but Southern Folklore usually isn't filed there. There might be some in the Southern Literature section. Interspersed in the section called The South are a few books of ghost stories of the Carolinas, Appalachian legends, and guides to seeing regional mysteries like the Brown Mountain lights in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I love this stuff. Mom and Dad used to tell me the story of the Mako light near Wilmington, NC and the Gray Ghost who warns of impending hurricanes about to strike the coast of NC.
I bought a bunch of books and called it quits. I'm warm and hungry. I need some iced tea. Sammy recommended Mama Dips on
A few minutes later a plate of piping hot chicken arrives. I assess the leg and thigh on my plate. Nice and crispy. I take a bite. Crunch! Oh yeah. Juicy and delicious. The crust is perfect. Crunchy and not doughy. I can't tell where the crust ends and the skin begins. This is great fried chicken. The side dishes are not so good. The greens are bitter. I can't taste the meat that they're cooked with. I see bits of ham or bacon, but they're flavorless. I leave them. The coleslaw is also bland. It is dressed in a watered down mayonnaise dressing. No thanks. I finish the meal with a piece of pecan pie. Microwaved and mediocre, too. A very good crust ruined by a loose custard and not enough pecans.
I pay my tab and head back to the car. It would be more fun to explore the Triangle (
Lots of trees are blooming all along the streets. The gutters are filled with white blossom petals, looking like powdery snow drifts.