Entries in Low Country (3)

Friday
Jan232015

Photo Friday

"Every year of my life I grow more convinced that it is wisest and best to fix our attention on the beautiful and the good, and dwell as little as possible on the evil and the false." - Richard Cecil

 

 

Portside

Beaufort, South Carolina, USA

August 2013 

Wednesday
Aug202014

Our Wedding: Rehearsal Dinner Oyster Roast

"Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time." - Bradley Chicho
 
Friday night's dinner was an oyster roast and low country boil served by the chef at Cabin Bluff.  We invited everyone to come to welcome them - our venue was in a remote location and we had a lot of people who had traveled to be with us.  Plus we wanted everyone to experience all the low country had to offer. Cabin Bluff has the area permanently set up for a great roast with a fire pit, picnic tables and a view of the bluff. 

      

 

 

 

 

We brought lanterns for each of the picnic tables but otherwise everything was provided by Cabin Bluff.   It's their specialty and it was amazing.   They have the perfect set up including a serving buffet, an oyster trough and a tiki bar.  Lights were strung from the Georgia Pines and allowed the event to go from sunset until late into the evening.  The oysters were applachiocola (Gulf of Mexico) and steamed to perfection.  They had gloves, knives and lemon water for each of our guests.
 

 

 The shrimp were fresh caught and local, excellently prepared and I'm still hearing compliments about them.  Every once in a while my man will look up and say,  "those shrimp were so good" and for a moment, I'm confused but then I laugh and say we'll have to go back.  And we will.

 

 

My man is from the north and had never heard of the tradition of a groom's cake so I was determined to make it really his and special.   I showed him other southern weddings and pictures from my sister's wedding.  I told him he could have whatever he wanted and he chose a Mr. Met head, the mascot for the New York Mets.  He grew up cheering for the NY Mets and was excited to have that part of him at our wedding.  So I made it happen.  He was thrilled.

Once the roast was over, the party moved to the docks and there was a bit of night fishing going on until late in the night.  I wouldn't know about any of that because I went to bed, as the bride I was worried about tired and bruised eyes for the following day.  The night was a the perfect way to start our celebration and there wasn't anything I would change.

Monday
Oct282013

Visiting the Low Country - Beafort, SC

“That sinuous southern life, that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, that warm thick air and blood warm sea, that place of mists and languor and fragrant richness...”

― Anne Rivers Siddons, Colony

      

The Low Country of Georgia is a special place to me and I enjoy exploring the area and spending as much time  there as possible.   This year with all its changes has afforded me a lot of time and freedom to explore so I find myself heading north into South Carolina.  My man travels for the projects in his job and I’m often able to join him (such as when I explored Savannah earlier this year).  Since this is our ‘honeymoon’ year, it’s really nice to not be separated as much as we were while we were dating.    Usually he has his evenings free which allows us to try restaurants in the area and every once in a while he’ll have an afternoon or a day free.  Our lodging is ‘provided’ by his company but I drive separately to have the freedom of my own vehicle and I never stay for the full time he’s working in an area. 

At the end of the summer, he was once again was working in the Savannah area so I joined him for a couple of days. Partially to spend time together and also needing to work with wedding vendors who were in the area.   In between laying by the hotel’s pool to finally get some color on my incredibly pale body and meeting with wedding vendors, I drove north up the coast to the quaint town of Beaufort, SC.   Incorporated for over 300 years, this lovely waterfront town is found on Port Royal Island, one of the largest Sea Islands along the southeast coast.

                    

Since I had not done my usual research for this trip, my first stop was the Visitor’s Center like a true tourist but I was pleasantly surprised with the information and technology provided.  As I had seen earlier this year in Savannah, the center had a large tablet visitors could use to read about the town and its attractions.  These large touchscreen are easy to use, visually attractive and like a website, you can continue to dig deeper by clicking on what interests you.  Don’t be surprised if you start seeing them everywhere that’s popular for visitors. 

    

After deciding what I wanted to check out, I headed towards the water to find lunch as I need fuel when I’m checking out historic sites.  I drove past Wren once, deeming it too expensive for my daytrip budget but after checking out other menus (and finding the same prices) I decided it would ‘have’ to do. 

   

Since it was a little before noon, the restaurant started off very quiet but quickly filled up… although I do have to note that I was extremely annoyed with the way the hostess stacked us in tables side by side, in a cramped area.  If I hadn’t been eating by myself, I would have felt very self-conscious being so close to the other diners.  They had other areas with empty tables and if I weren’t the first to be seated, I would have asked for a different table.  All that said, the service and lunch were wonderful. 

    

I had the lunch sandwich special, an oyster po’boy with fresh fruit and a sparkling lemonade.  While pricy for lunch at $12.99, it was worth every penny and I ate it all without hesitation.  The French roll was fresh baked and tasted as yummy as any I’ve had in southern Mississippi or Louisiana (and I make it my mission to try the bread).  The oysters were fried without being greasy or heavy and the remoulade was just spicy enough to kick without burning.  No complaints here. 

  

After my delightful lunch, I headed to the waterfront park to scout the historic district and wonder through the downtown.  I had been warned the town was lacking in shops and unfortunately, I saw that to be true which always hurts my small town girl heart.  I’m always impressed when I see a strong, thriving downtown area because I know how difficult it is for those store to survive, much less flourish.  It’s always where I choose to spend my money while traveling and I enjoy supporting the local economy of the places I’m exploring. 

 

I parked at the visitor lot, paid my money (paid parking was new to Beaufort and heavily patrolled) and walked north to the bridge to Lady’s Island.  I could see why Hollywood had selected the sleepy coastal town as it is the definition of the picturesque.  It was a warm summery day and the breeze coming off the water as well as the shade from the majestic large oak trees made the park pleasant.  From wondering around, I was able to read about how the park came to be and how the town utilized this beautiful piece of property. 

  

As I walked around, several locals offered directions or assistance and were willing to talk about the town.  I always love to ask where to eat to start the conversation and hear where the locals hang out, sometimes I check them out and other times it’s just a way to start a conversation and see what I can learn.  One of my conversations offered up a local ‘watering hole’ (his words, not mine) but since I was heading back to meet my man for dinner, I didn’t partake but it’s on my list for my next trip.*  I left the waterfront area to head toward the historic homes and the Beaufort National Cemetery.

   

 

*Am I the only one that does this? I keep lists of things to do and see… I add restaurants, houses, areas of interest, anything that I’m told about a place I’m visiting or wanting to visit while I travel.  I’m a list maker in my everyday life so I guess it’s just one of those things.