THOM 1 | Fall / Winter 2013

FOODIES
Carol Whitney looks over, “Aren’t you glad you’re
not covering a fitness story?” There I was sitting
at one of the best breakfasts in town with the two
women who have been known to stir up a feverish
excitement when it comes to securing seats around a
dinner table: Nan Myers and Carol Whitney, creators
of Thomasville’s Shotgun Supper Club. These two
women have come together to create a unique dining
experience — one that supports local farmers and
food artisans — all from the foundation of a
friendship centered around their love of homegrown
and handmade.
Nan welcomes us into her home and pours us rounds
of coffee. Carol tells us about the frittatas in the oven
and the ingredients she has grown and gathered. The
sweet, grassy taste of the spring artichokes made
them the best I have ever had.
Carol, born in Savannah, moved to Thomasville 15
years ago. Her friends joked that she was moving
to the equator. “It might as well have been. It was
July and 100 degrees. My corgi, Adeline, would not
go outside. She thought it was dangerous.” Outgoing
Carol immediately made friendly connections and
fell in love with the natural beauty of the red hills
region and the longleaf pines. Not only did her new
hometown provide stunning riding trails, she was also
an hour and a half away from kayaking on the coast.
Carol was also taken with the convenient high quality
sources of food in the community. “Our growing
season is year round. I can grow summer vegetables
‘til Thanksgiving in my backyard.”
Carol knows about fresh foods, having been raised
on the coast and in a family immersed in cuisine.
While growing up, she regularly caught seafood and
rarely experienced a day that didn’t end with family
dinner around the table. Yet Carol was amazed by
Thomasville’s natural resources and outstanding
agriculture. She will tell you that she was once
showered with fresh red bell peppers and peanuts
while driving down the road in her old convertible.
Then she will admit the experience was the result of
driving behind a produce truck. Nevertheless, while
in pursuit, she thought, “Where is it going? I want it.”
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