Throw Back Thursday - Nutmeg Graters

Like the teapots from a few weeks ago, these are pictures from last year’s visit to The Charleston Museum.

It’s always interesting to me to learn about what was popular to serve guests during certain time periods.  Apparently nutmeg graters were quite the thing back then.  

I can’t help wondering how much nutmeg they were adding to their food.  Nutmeg certainly enhances some recipes, but a little goes a long way.  

It kind of makes you wonder what people might have to say about avocado toast in about 200 years.  

The Poinsett Bridge

We enjoyed a rare treat on Saturday.  We had a day that was sunny and relatively warm!  Temperatures reached the mid-fifties, which basically doubled Wednesday’s temperatures, and was a vast improvement over barely getting above freezing the rest of the week. 

We decided to take advantage of the nice day and spend a little time outside.  We’ve been talking about going to the Poinsett Bridge for a while now.  It’s really not terribly far from home, but somehow we had just never made the time to go see it.  In keeping with the plan to actually do things this year, and not just talk about doing things, we decided to go see it on Saturday.  I took Dramamine, we loaded the dogs into the car, and we drove to the bridge. 

The Poinsett Bridge is almost 200 years old, and is thought to be the oldest bridge in South Carolina.  It was built as part of the roadway connecting the low country of South Carolina to the mountains of North Carolina. 

It was a very pretty, very curvy drive to the bridge.  If you have plans to go see the Poinsett Bridge, and have any issues with motion sickness, you’ll want to take Dramamine or whatever you usually do to keep from getting sick. 

The bridge is part of the Greenville County Parks system, so it’s well marked, there’s plenty of parking (across the road from the bridge), and there are a few walking trails around.

There was still some snow on the ground when we went, and everything was very muddy.  We didn’t think about the mud when we decided to go.  I’d like to go back sometime when it’s dry, and when there are leaves on the tress.  I think it would be even more beautiful then.

I didn’t actually take any pictures on the bridge.  It was really muddy, and I didn’t want to traipse through the mud.  In all honesty, too, I think the bridge is much more impressive viewed from below than from on top or walking across it. 

The creek is very pretty, and the moss and ferns were incredibly vibrant against everything else that’s still so colorless.  I always seem to be drawn to water and greenery, so that’s what most of my pictures are of.

I’m glad we saw the bridge.  We both enjoy history, and it was neat to see how people used to travel back and forth between our two home states.

Can you tell I liked the moss?

This made me so happy!  It looks like spring is coming, despite the snow.