Pirates of the South Beach
OH MY GOSH. I don’t even know where to start. We didn’t get into a pool. We didn’t swim in the ocean. I did walk on the beach, feel the ocean waves on my feet and collect a bag full of shells for the kids. I did see more Food Network stars than I can name. I did sample the best food in the country. And I did get a scorching sunburn on my neck, nose and cheeks that makes me look like a lobster and is only now the color of a well-ripened nectarine. There’s nothing like having a sunburn in February in Ohio … priceless!
I had a blast. I’m still recovering from sensory overload. And still wondering how those women can walk around on six-inch heels. And I’m still seething that a shameless thief stole my Nikon while we all stood a couple of feet away. I no longer have photos like the one above … I did, however manage to capture the events on an iPhone and a Canon point and shoot. And after the complete and utter devastation passed (though I still want to hurl at the thought of my missing camera), I had a blast.
The South Beach Wine & Food Festival was an out-of-this-world experience in more ways than one. It was simply fabulous, darling, and I have stories to tell and photos to share. Lots of photos … of fabulous food and fancy folks. While I’m getting those together, take a look at what I’ve been writing at Rare blog:
I see Q: Beach barbecue features star chefs at South Beach Wine & Food Festival
Signature Steer: The best of the best and Porter the steer
Fort-ifying the Brand: Sand castles, South Beach and celebrity chef Bobby Flay
P.S. If you come across a photo of me with Emeril Lagasse let me know … or one of me getting a pulled pork sandwich from Al Roker … or a photo of that Countess lady from Real Housewives standing beside a crystal steer … yeah.
I’d like to string the thief up by his toenails, slather him with slop and drop him in a pig pen.