Food for the Occasional Beach BumPosted: February 28, 2012
Savannah vs. Beach
If you know your geography you have already begun typing out a comment to let me know that the city of Savannah is not ocean front property. I was there, I know that. Savannah’s claim to marine notoriety is the Savannah River but that didn’t stop my senses from quivering when we drove past the first marshes and around the numerous squares in the historic section of Savannah.
Sand and seafood were calling. The city was just another dot on a map, something to be driven through as we answered the call; not a quiet subtle siren song; it was the entire brass section. A Pied Piper beckoning across salt marshes, and even blaring over the bridges crossing the coastal waters to the Promised Land.
First order of the afternoon
Second order of the afternoon
Change of clothing, which can be accomplished in the backseat of a car if a person didn’t plan the days clothing appropriately. The low temps did alter my basic beach bum attire, which should have been flowery Hawaiian shirt, old jeans cut off mid shin and a floppy hat. For the cooler weather on this trip the attire became, jeans (no holes), long sleeve t-shirt (faded), and my husband’s warm jacket. I did manage no shoes, not even flip-flops, to wander down the sands of Tybee Island.
The seagulls were the only wildlife out to ride the waves. Even our teenagers hormones would not go far enough out to ride the waves; it was more like skirt the foam, talk and walk with only wet feet then finally for one minute go screaming knee deep into the surf
Brrrr – Beach Bums should always be warm. I believe there’s some kind of credo that says that.
My Preferred Adult Beach Beverage
Although Jimmy Buffett popularized margaritas as a beach drink and there are those that like their alcohol with tiny umbrellas I prefer the old standard –icy cold beer. It’s easy, no need for a blender or bartender. Beer can be dark, light, domestic, imported or even homebrewed but at the beach the main requirement is frigid to the lips.
My Preferred Beach Bum Lunch
A beach bum’s food needs to be as salty as she (he) is. Here’s a perfect menu:
Oysters on the half shell; tasting of the briny deep
Shrimp, boiled and waiting to be peeled
A steaming cup of She-crab soup
There’s Never Enough Time
Sadly my beach bum days were too short and it’s now back to daily life. Now with visions of iced mugs and steaming platters of seafood dancing in my head I plan and plot my next trip back to the bum life.