Saturday, August 18, 2012
Oysters And Other Things
We ate at a beautiful restaurant last night. It is in a very old building, gorgeously redone and elegant and still with a bite or at least a nibble of funk in the exposed bricks, the tongue-and-groove ceilings.
We stared outside at the river over the tops of the buildings next to us and watched the birds fly in and dart and land on a wire until it was strung tight with them. They looked like iron filings, all aligned with a magnet's power.
And then suddenly, they swooped and flew off and where did they go and why had they all landed on that wire to begin with, hundreds and hundreds of them?
I got a huge salad with Mediterranean vegetables and shrimp and it was perfect. We brought chocolate mousse with two types of sauce back to the room and devoured it in bed.
My pinched nerve, for the first time in weeks, is completely quiet. It has become, quite simply, unpinched.
We walked all over town today. Down to our lot and up to the grocery store to see what's happening there and it's good. I can get tofu and even organic salad greens. One could survive. We went to the book store and we had lunch at a raw bar. We didn't go raw. We had shrimp etouffee and a salad, chopped up vegetables with a vinaigrette. And a piece of buttermilk pie. We split it all. It was all delicious.
I got the shucker guys at the raw bar to tell me about the R rule. I asked if it was still valid. For those of you who didn't read Lily's explanation of it in the comments, the R rule is that you do not eat oysters in months which do not have an R in the name. Thus, not in August, but in September. The shucker guys told me that this is bullshit now. That it used to be a necessity when there was no refrigeration but now, that is not a problem. They can get the oysters and keep them safely until they are eaten, no matter how hot the month is. That the water temperature actually varies very little from season to season. They, in fact, think that the oysters are BETTER in non-R months.
Well. I believe them. They have been shucking oysters for awhile and both tonged when they were younger. As one of them said to another customer, "Around here, if your diddy (not a typo) is in the business, you will be too, sooner or later."
I have been educated.
Mr. Moon has talked to everyone about gator hunting because he's coming back down in a few weeks to do just that. Gator hunting involves things like bang sticks. And you must have something to strap the gator's jaws together with.
It turned out that the guys and the woman at the raw bar all know about gator hunting. The woman who served us our meal is going to go hunt them next week with a bow. A BOW, y'all!
Well. I am staying out of this.
He has sworn to me that he will not lose a hand. I am trusting him to keep that promise.
So that's my little report. It is hot but there is a beautiful gusty breeze coming off the water. Our room is small but plenty big enough and the walls are wood, painted deep hunter green and there is an iron bedstead and a good, strong air-conditioner and a shower and a tub and I'm happy.
We might go up the river later. We shall see.
I am content, either way.
I am happy.