Sunday morning we woke up, brewed a big old pot of locally roasted King Bean coffee, and skimmed the Sunday NY Times (we read local too, but the Sunday Post and Courier takes about 10 minutes to scan and proves to be an unsatisfying way to spend any time).
We broke out the eggs from Chucktown Chicken for breakfast. My daughter requested "dippy eggs," and so I set the water to boiling. Soft-boiled proved to be an excellent way to enjoy the bright yellow yolks.
After breakfast, we headed to Shem Creek for an 11 a.m. kayaking trip with Nature Adventures, which was participating in the Paddle 'n' Party, a benefit for the Mt. Pleasant Land Conservancy. I imagine there are a lot of locals, like me, who rarely take the time to get in a kayak and explore the nearby waters. But you must do it. It's an amazing way to experience Charleston and every time I get on the water, I feel so energized and even a little spiritualized. It's like church without all the preaching.
And the weather was glorious. October makes August bearable.
We didn't stick around for the afternoon celebration on the Creek, mainly because the boys are huge NFL fans (my son even has a fantasy football blog) and I promised we'd get home in time for them to watch some games. But we did buy a half bushel of oysters to eat at home. We invited over some friends and got to shucking. Unfortunately, the waters might still be a little too warm for safe eating. My husband has been suffering from some serious food poisoning ever since. I had a minor bout but I didn't eat nearly as many bivalves as he did it.
Next Up: Buying Local: reward me, please.