Southern Cooking. It's fried. All of it.
We ate a lot of fried food last week. I mean a lot. We had fried chicken, fried crab cakes, fried flounder, fried okra, hush puppies...i can go on. And, if it wasn't fried, it was cooked in butter, mayonnaise, and/or cheese. Macaroni and cheese casserole, coleslaw, biscuits, cornbread, tomato pie, "vegetables" (like a wolf in sheep's clothing - no nutritional value there). One time we had boiled shrimp, but I bet there was butter on that too. God bless beach eating. #notbikinieating
Fried Chicken, Rice and Gravy, Macaroni and Cheese, biscuits..and Tomatoes. with Butter. Just kidding. :)
One of our 'healthy meals' - boiled shrimp, macaroni and cheese, cornbread, corn on the cob (buttered of course) and tomatoes. |
Afternoon Thunderstorms
I do live in the land of daily 3 pm storms, however there is something much different about storms at Pawleys Island. You can actually smell the rain coming in, and afterward there is a nice cool breeze. (This never happens in Florida.) One night in particular, the water was amazingly still after the storm, the sky almost blended into the waterline. It was just stunning.
Front Porch Rocking &
The Dawson Boys
y husband's family has a wonderful tradition of gathering together 5 families each year at the beach. The group has grown to quite a crowd, so each family usually gets their own house on the island, and each night we have music and cocktails on the porch. Two brothers in the group, "The Dawson Boys", spent their youth writing songs, making music, and booking gigs. Each year at the beach they bring out their gear, play us their latest song, while we rock away in our chairs.
The kids are eager to get some glow stick jewelry, and leis to celebrate our birthdays, and our last night at the beach.
Each year it is a tradition to end beach week singing "The Piano Man" and as you see here below, my generation crowded up on the 'stage' to belt out the nostalgic tune.
Waiting for the festivities to begin, and holding one of the youngest of the Pawleys clan (no, not mine :) )
Books. Lots of them.
Sure, you can read books at any beach, but there's just something much more peaceful about Pawleys. Perhaps its because their aren't 6,000 international drunk tourists, or spring breakers crushing beer cans on their heads (we only crush ours with bocce balls). Still, this is the only place that I can sit down and really ready a book cover to cover -- virtually, of course. #kindlefanatic
What Remains is an amazing book. Of course I didn't get to finish it until I was on a plane. And sobbing in public.