Pennington's Foodstory

    I'm in a food rut.  Not the kind that I've mentioned before like a flavor rut or an overused ingredient rut.  This is a full blown 'I have little desire to cook anything cool' rut.  Ok, I haven't completely resorted to eating out regardless of what my bank thinks.  It's more of a lack of inspiration.  As many of you know, I'm down in SC while the lovely woman is in TN waiting for the house to sell, amongst other job-related reasons.  Cooking for one can be a bitch, but that's the kind of stuff I should thrive on.  I have only my palate to be concerned with...mine.     (Oh, the iPod is on shuffle and it just dug up some Johnny Cash.  Sweet!!!)     Anyway, this not a hidden desire to cook for the masses, as I know SOOO many people in Myrtle Beach, but I've been working my ass off and haven't wanted to get knee-deep in the process of making food.  Sure, I've been making basic shit li...

    Holy shit, I've found some food!  The last month has been a whirlwind of activity.  I'm down in Pawleys Island for the new job and I've been so crazy-ass busy getting the wine and beer thang rolling, that I haven't  A) been eating like I normally do. (Which in a way is cool because I've dropped about 10lbs.)  And B) haven't been writing.  So to ease my pain from being away from all that Nashvegas has to offer, I've been introduced by many folks to a place called the PIT, which is actually an acronym for the Pawleys Island Tavern.     Now I've always been a fan of dive bars and especially those that put out a great plate of food, but let me tell you, this place delivers.  (And not in the Nashville sense as the way to get the musician off your porch is to pay him for the pizza.) This has become a nearly nightly hang because it feels so right.  Dollar bills with faceless names and date...