09/26/2026
This week has just about kicked my ass. Sometimes the grind of balancing a day job that pays the bills with putting the work into what I love to do with the kitchen just leaves me worn out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so blessed to have the opportunity and ability to do everything I get to do. But right now, in this moment, I’m tired.
I had the best intentions of getting off work, stopping by the kitchen real quick, and then heading home to grill the chicken that’s been brining in the fridge before flipping open the laptop and getting back to it. But I just couldn’t. So instead, I lazily strolled down the street to see what was going on in town and stumbled across Glynn Hatcherson. Never had these guys before, but let me tell you they’re the real deal. I think I accidentally ordered just about everything on their menu, and it’s all freaking fantastic. Fried catfish. Shrimp. Hush puppies. Potato salad. Cole slaw. Dirty rice. Glynn knows what he’s doing and hooked me up but good.
The grind will still be there tomorrow. Time for my tired old ass to slow down for a second, enjoy what’s turning out to be a pretty perfect Friday evening, and eat myself into a coma.
