Mush, Music and Mutts.

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I spent the first thirty-five years of my life eating, breathing, living and loving all that is the state of South Carolina. It was my only home and never did the thought to abandon her ever cross my mind. Then, just like that I was on my way to being …..a Yankee!

Okay, it was less than twenty minutes from the border into the neighboring state of North Carolina, but moving to another state might as well have been another world. A new zip code, a new license, shifting my pride from palmetto trees and the “shag” to BBQ and muscadine wine. I suppose some things were harder than others.

My first weekend in the little town of Shelby I went out exploring and wouldn’t you know I just happened to have stumbled into the city’s pride and joy, the annual livermush festival. Now, of course I’d heard of livermush, as well as scrapple, liver puddings and many other scary Frankenstein foods that I had no desire to put near my mouth. But being the brave little toaster that I am I could not attend a livermush festival without trying said livermush. So I ate some. And lived to tell about it. And you know what? It wasn’t bad. Good even!

So what the heck is livermush? Well, I think that Andrew Ziimmern can explain it best with his visit for an episode of Bizarre foods. This sadly was in 2009 before I arrived. Its a great showcase of the town, but be warned! We all love hotdogs, but we don’t really want to know how they’re made….

A year has passed now. Hard to believe. I miss my friends and family, of course and maybe one day I’ll make my way back to my home state. But until then wherever I go, there I am, and today I am festival goer!
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There were two mush competitors at the expo. Jenkins ( unfamiliar to me) and Mack’s (kind of a big deal here). What no Neese’s? At only a dollar a pop, we tried ’em both.
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The verdict? Well both were good, but Mack’s was crispier, thicker and hotter. Not to mention they knew how to handle their line like a boss. Winner.

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The festival is a great opportunity for our local vendors. While we were there, we took advantage of the foothills farmer market. I got the last bunch of beets from the sweetest guy ever, and stopped by one of our local faves, Fiddlers Vineyard.

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And the cutest mutt? Well personally I think my escort was quite the looker….
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But I might be a little bias…..

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To wrap things up, we grabbed the pizza of the day from my absolute favorite restaurant in Shelby, Pleasant City wood fired grill. Now I think I’ve had enough mush to last me till next years festival!

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