Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Fish Dinner

Tonight was to be one of our twice-weekly fish-for-dinner nights, so Kathy challenged me to go out and catch the entree. I did, a bluefish, which I filleted in the sink, coated with dijonnaise and black pepper, and grilled in foil.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Shem Creek

We went to Charleston to attend a wedding, but my second priority was finding some good low-country cuisine. It didn't take long--on our first evening we headed for Shem Creek, across the Ravenel/Cooper River Bridge from the city. The creek is lined by restaurants and shrimp boats. We settled on Vickery's, where I indulged in a dish called low-country saute which consisted of shrimp, crawfish tails, and crab over buttery grits, topped with a few fried oysters. We enjoyed watching the dolphins chase fish in the creek as we dined.

Yachts, restaurants, and bars line Shem Creek

We turned to Shem Creek for a second night, selecting RB's on the opposite shore. I took our server's advice and ordered the grilled, stuffed grouper.

Looking seaward from RB's, you see an array of shrimp boats along the bank. Our two visits to Shem Creek were memorable for both the food and the views. Oh yeah...and the company, too.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Happy first, Evan

"Evan, that's not a bad man. That's Grampy."

My grandson Evan has his first birthday today. Dad Matt and Mama Christine hosted a party on Saturday; all was going swimmingly until Evan spotted a scurrilous character with a salt-and-pepper mustache and goatee. His lower lip began to quiver and he soon gave voice to his displeasure.

Grampy Paul may have to rethink this facial hair business.