Posts Tagged ‘dining’

What a peaceful place

March 18, 2009

Hilton Head was not on my “to do” list, but in-laws invited us down for a visit. The routine was simple: eat, find something to do, eat, find another thing to do, eat, repeat as necessary. I must admit we had a wonderful time.

A small island in a  lagoon was just across the golf course fairway bordering their villa’s patio.  In the evening,  the island’s trees would slowly fill with egrets, herons, anhingas. Several of the birds were carrying sticks, reeds, and anything else that appeared to be  useful for assembling a nest.

Lunch the first day was at The Crazy Crab at Jarvis Creek. A wonderful broiled sampler of fresh seafood was, after all, a reason for the 860 mile drive. Temperatures were perfect. Bugs were non-existent.

Harbour Town, South Beach Marina, and Sheltered Cove drew our attention on one busy day. Dinner at Little Venice on their outdoor patio in Sheltered Cove  was very pleasant . On the one chilly day we headed for Beaufort. A buggy tour hosted by a Percheron named Rocky, who delegated the speaking parts to a very knowledgeable young woman, was  a great way to experience the history of the old seaside town.

Very quickly after the tour we found ourselves sitting on the porch of Plums Restaurant for crab cake and shrimp salad sandwiches. We passed on dessert since the Chocolate Tree was a brief walk away. Strolling around the neighborhood took us to The Parish Church of St. Helena, an Episcopal Church founded in 1712. What a peaceful place surrounded by a historic cemetery.

Takes much of the fun out of it

January 31, 2008

Today we are in for some snow. 11:00 a.m. was the projected starting time, and things were right on schedule. The weather service is forecasting 8-10″ so I dashed out to get my exercise early, and was it ever cold. East wind, 28 degrees, but penetrating right through the Gore-tex, or so it seemed. 

On the other hand, being snowed in on Super Bowl weekend isn’t all bad.

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An entry from earlier in the week:

Monday, January 28: The “bare ruin’d choirs” were sure being tossed about this morning. Running in the wind has never agreed with me. I have enough trouble resisting the backward pull of my reading chair and a cup of coffee. Nevertheless, it turned out to be a good run, and I am grateful. 

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The other evening our long-lived group of four couples – friends for 43 years – went out to eat following the play, “Tuesdays with Morrie” at the Repertory Theater of Saint Louis. We hadn’t been to Zinnia for dinner in years, always fun and delicious food. As we sipped a Cabernet from the Russian River Valley, the conversation turned to receiving shipments of wine from wine clubs joined by some during west coast vineyard tours.

It isn’t our style to join such a thing as a wine club, but we did order a case of very good red table wine  from a vineyard we visited in the Anderson Valley southeast of Mendocino. Why not? Per bottle, including shipping, it was the same or less than going to the local wine shop. So, we thought we’d give it a try.

Never having received wine by UPS, we wondered about the condition upon arrival to our doorstep. I was impressed with the packaging ingenuity to assure an intact delivery. It was much preferred to receiving a box with a  wet, reddish bottom.

Now that the thrill of receiving our own special wine shipment from the west coast has worn off,  I am waiting to set the empty box out on the curb. It’s too large to keep the bottles in, our basement is crowded enough. Picturing this thing in a landfill – along with untold hundreds just like it — has me wondering if we will do this again.

Compared to going to the local wine shop and buying an assorted case, the carbon footprint is quite large. The wine shop’s boxes are totally recyclable without 500-year life  plastic packing materials. Somehow, all this has managed to take much of the fun out of it. My whims shouldn’t have such an environmental impact.


What a waste!