Beware my thighs in March! That’s how the saying goes, right? Well, it should. Have you seen me in March? Listen, between power snacking through the Wine + Food Festival then slurping my caloric weight in cocktails at Charleston Fashion Week, by the time I make it to the Festival of Houses and Gardens, docents mistake me for a pierogi with legs. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Every year we play this game, Charleston.