Day Trip, Savannah

And of family, fish sticks, junk and hookah bars.

 

Brian and I made a day trip to Savannah on the Saturday after Thanksgiving to visit Carrie and Steve. It is always wonderful to see our only child, and her husband, who is quite charming and witty.

 

This light Pilsner was an excellent choice for fish.

 

We had lunch at The Distillery, a watering hole in the Historic District. It was my first time there and I liked it, but it had way too many beers to choose from – over 100 beers with at least 21 craft beers on tap. I wanted something light since I was having fish sticks. And, what awesome fish sticks they were!

Light, crunchy cod.

 

Then on to the shopping. We traversed Bull Street, Broughton Street, and streets in-between perusing numerous antique shops and since my mind is in its “renewed” mode of salvage, re-purposing and shabby chic décor thinking, I had my eyes peeled for unique finds. I bought two small tins. I’m going to drill holes in them and make some kind of homemade wind chimes.

Taking a little rest at City Market.

We stopped at Starbucks on Broughton Street for a refresher and while the gang went in for our orders, I stood outside and had a cigarette.  A woman, sitting at a Starbucks outdoor table on the corner, asked me for a “light,” which in smoker lingo means, she needs a “light.”  She was wearing a bright green babushka, and holding a dark brown cigarillo, and I lent her my lighter. After she lit up, she asked me for a dollar. It’s Thanksgiving, I thought, so I reached in my pocket and gave her the money I had.

We passed at least two Hookah bars in our travels.  This is super significant in that after I got home and did a bit of internet research I saw just how naïve I was. You see, I thought Hookahs were illegal in the states. I envisioned Hookahs as these illicit Turkish wacky weed, getting high, kind of places that were only legal in other parts of the world. I thought hookah was just one degree shy of marijuana! And, when I saw these Hookahs on the streets of Savannah, good ole USA, I sorta flipped about it!  I reckon that maybe inhaling special Turkey blends of tobacco through a water pipe while lying around on pillows and listening to sitar music gets you high, I dunno.  But, yeah, I’ve added doing this to my bucket list.

No one wanted leftover turkey for dinner, so homemade spaghetti and a fresh lettuce salad before heading home.

The two heaping pasta filled plates closest to camera belong to the guys!

 

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A South Carolina Chain Saw Massacre

This is the chainsaw that Brian’s mom and sister bought for him and presented on Thanksgiving Day.

What had happened, a week earlier, Brian’s sister came for a visit and while helping us dig out stumps, she noticed the difficulty Brian was having using his 18’’ Poulan.  The new chain saw is a spectacular gift and Brian is very thankful!

We have much chain saw work to do on our little five acre spread. Most of it has to do with big stumps left after the wrath of Hurricane Hugo in 1989. Not only was there tremendous damage along the South Carolina coast and the city of Charleston, but damage was incredibly extensive inland, too.  Folks out our way were without power for weeks and in our yard alone, probably 20 huge trees came down, leaving broken stumps throughout the yard.  Over the course of time, different owners of the property either planted bushes to camouflage the damage or just let nature take over the areas around the stumps.

We’ve cleared out several of those areas already.  It’s hard work cutting away all the tangled brush and digging around old root systems. One time, a couple of years ago, we used my 4×4 Ford Explorer to wench out a big old azalea root ball and about pulled off my rear bumper!

So, back to the stump we were trying to dig out when Brian’s sister was here.

It’s the stump of an old pine tree and the wood is harder than concrete. Once we got all the brush around it cleared away we could see that some previous homeowner had tried to burn it out with no luck. We dug down around the stump about three feet, with the intent of putting our little chain saw to it to cut it below ground level so we could cover it with dirt and then grow some grass. (We would never be able to pull this stump out, it probably goes down at least six more feet into the ground!) Of course, Brian’s little chain saw couldn’t handle it and after much struggle, we gave up. I guess we could hire a back hoe or stump grinder to defeat it. But, we’d also need to hire one for the 15 or so other huge stumps that need to come out, too.

The picture below is one of many wild growth areas that need cleaned out. Each one, I’m sure has a huge stump in the middle.

So, we’re excited happy resolved to do this project ourselves with the new chainsaw. Winter is the right season around these parts to tackle such an undertaking.  There’s nothing (other than any little excuse we can find) to stop us now from finally getting more of it done. I’m calling the project, The South Carolina Chain Saw Massacre.

On a side note, this is the turkey we smoked for our Thanksgiving dinner. My good friend, Pam Groth, shared with me her dad’s secret brine recipe several years ago and it is killer good! We also used apple wood chips in our cylindrical smoker and cooked the bird upright on a utensil we call “stick up its ass,” (for obvious reasons) for about five hours.

And, I also made some kick ass collards and BACON with greens just picked from our garden.

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Pinterest Interest

Or, How I Finally Got Motivated Blog-o-vated!

I discovered a new social website recently called Pinterest. It’s a social photo sharing website where members can collect and manage images they find on the internet of interesting, funny, unusual, unique, scary, whatever (pick any descriptive adjective here)  stuff.  These pictures are ‘pinned’ onto the users’ own theme-based boards and shared with other Pinterest members that like the same stuff.   And, OMG, this can be such a fun time sucker!

So, I found myself gravitating to the gardening, outdoor, food and organizing boards of other users to look at the images they ‘pinned’ on them. I spent hours, that’s a lie, much much longer, literally days perusing pictures, and pinning some on my own boards and then visiting the websites that originally posted the photos and reading the stories that inspired the snapshots. Ergo, I found a bunch of  websites of bloggers after my own heart that love to get their hands in the dirt and live more simply. And, lo and behold, after spending months in a writing funk and blogging lethargy, I am re-inspired to write about the things I love.

So, today I begin a renewed writing journey, about gardens and mushrooms and gourds and birds and pets and food and living simply and family and whatever.

If you’d like an invitation to Pinterest, just ask me. The easiest way is to provide me with the email address you use for Facebook.  In the meantime, please look at Cindy’s Pinterest (that’s me). The button is over there, on your right, the red box with the white loopy ‘P’ inside.

Hooray for inspiration!

 

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