We can’t believe we ate the whole thing…FOUR bushels of yummy Bluffton oysters! I was afraid I ordered too many but that certainly wasn’t the case. Do you mind if I fill you in on what happened without you?
We hired a guy named Shack to cook ‘em up for us and he was a hoot and a half. Try hanging out with a Gullah man who has a slight speech impediment on top of a half dozen Miller Lites – we could barely understand what he was saying, which made for some interesting conversations. Daughter Robin made some cheese puffs that were heavenly and heavily requested. We had to put back a few for us to savor later. Then there was the scrumptious Banana Pudding and Key lime Pie from The Bluffton Oyster House Restaurant – OH MY GOODNESS!!!! Then Carolina made a comeback to beat Clemson. Duh.
But here’s what made my happiness factor go through the roof. I found some blinking Snoopy Christmas lights at the thrift store to hang around the garden pergola that set the tone for the whole event. BUT then my husband and son also fixed the large trickling water fountain and added cool, serpent-like rope lighting to it. The place looked like we had hired a decorator.
Good thing the firepit was in full regalia because the night was chilly but not too cold. The exploding oyster lining was an unexpected scary hazard, but it lasted only until it warmed up to proper firepit temperature. It keep us on high alert. The night was magical to say the least.
THEN — having our three adult kids upstairs giggling hysterically before going to sleep, that was very special also. Robin said to me yesterday she forgot how cool her siblings are. HA ha. We made memories, most of which were wrapped around Ben singing in his little girl voice “Blueberry pa-ANN-cakes.” It’s one of those “you had to be there” incidents. (If interested, your can check out the Bisquick commercial on YouTube. Listen to the lyrics but put on a diaper first. You might laugh too hard like we did.)
Lastly, I heard the official Thanksgiving proclamation (the words of George Washington) on the radio when I took Daughter Emily to the airport at 6 AM Sunday morning. That was the icing on my holiday cake. There is NO argument. Our country was founded on Christian principles. I hate how history is being rewritten to exclude our founding father’s faith. Ugh. Here’s the prayer: http://www.earlyamerica.com/earlyamerica/firsts/thanksgiving/thankstext.html
IBIB y’all (it’s better in bluffton)