This is part of The Post and Courier’s Daily Digest series, in which one of our food reporters asks a local to describe a day of eating in detail.
Megan Fife is a freelance artist who lives in Summerville.
Wednesday morning starts the way most of my mornings start: I grind up some coffee beans (medium roast, bought in bulk from Amazon) and get the coffee going.
I drink mine with just a little sugar, extra creamy oat milk and an anxiety pill, on the side. To go with it, I pop my last everything bagel in the toaster.
When the bagel’s done, I scrape the bottom of my cream cheese container to smear on a thick layer of cream cheese and top it with more everything sprinkles.
I find Jake, my spouse, in the living room working on his laptop, so I bring him a cup of coffee (black) and settle in next to him while I eat my breakfast and mindlessly scroll Twitter a bit.
The next few hours are a whirlwind of cleaning, sorting and organizing. We’re in the middle of a move, so we’re trying to Marie Kondo the whole house into different piles: sell, keep or trash.
I stop for lunch around 3 p.m. or so and pull the leftovers from last night’s dinner out to reheat. Hamburger steaks with mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes and peas, courtesy of my wonderful spouse. It’s so good I’m tempted to go into a food coma immediately, but I persevere.
Our friend Brian comes over later to help us move some boxes around, although we mostly just end up chatting. We decide to eat before getting to work and, to save time, Jake boils up some shrimp in Old Bay and a little beer, then tosses it in garlic butter.
Add some frozen onion rings and a delicious arugula-and-goat cheese salad and you’ve got yourself a meal, baby. Food like that is how we’ve been bribing our friends to come help us move all week.
On top of that, we got desserts from The Charleston Bakery and Delicatessen earlier. After packing up a good chunk of our basement, the three of us split a peanut butter chocolate cheesecake and a fudgy caramel brownie.
Done for the night, I can finally slip into my food coma and start again tomorrow.