My Weekend

You should have seen me...

I was wearing a camouflage top, standing in the kitchen, cooking up some fine maple venison sausages and some eggs for my man. i'm getting the hang of this Southern cookin' thing...

This was followed by an amazing kayak down the creek -- we saw vultures over the place where Landon thought there was an injured deer; we saw a HUGE buck in the middle of mating with a doe; we saw a bald eagle soaring overhead, spotting his prey; and we saw lots of egrets, blue herons and smaller birds. No alligators, fortunately.

Later that night we went over to a friend's house on the way to an oyster roast. This is what is so disorienting about the South, its heritage creeps up on you and shows up in surprising places. Perching myself on the edge of the sofa, -- I had just met Steel Magnolias "Mary", a delightful, iconic Southern lady, cousin of the hostess, -- when my eyes glanced at the coffee table...and there it was. A copy of "Confederate Veteran" magazine. Now, that's something I wouldn't have seen in a friend's place in New York!

We went to the Oyster Roast at the Yacht Club, where they had standing tables covered in hot steaming shells. Each of us helped ourselves to the bounty of oysters, some tough, some moist, some drenched in the pluff mud, all yummy, shucking with our knives and holding the shells with our paper towels, gloves or bare hands. In an attempt to help me assimilate, Landon bought me my own oyster knife and gloves. There's nothing like standing in front of the bonfire, at a table, shucking freshly cooked oysters under a new moon. It was heaven...