Kat and I love Gulf seafood. What we have found from the Pacific has been nearly as good – those big Pacific oysters (the most common variety, and the species canned for refrigerator cases in most of the USA) are too metallic for my taste, fried or raw. Baked with a sauce they are acceptable, […]
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Around 10:00 Saturday, our 10th morning at the Gulf Islands National Seashore campground, National Park Service rangers began knocking on doors bearing bad news: everyone has to pack up and leave before 4:00 this afternoon. The campground is closed indefinitely due to lack of funding. Yes, Kat and I were evicted from our paid for […]
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Brave is the man who first ate an oyster, and were he alive today, he’d regret advertising their flavor. Once common and cheap, they’re now getting a bit pricey. Oysters can be fried, put in all kinds of soups, baked with a creamy mushroom or crab sauces, or prepared a hundred other ways. But none are better than a just-opened salty oyster with a little horseradish and lemon red sauce.
Read MoreFrom Tennessee we set a course for Florida to better survive the two coldest weeks of The Typical Year. We camped for a few days at Top of Georgia, the all-Airstream RV park near the Bavarian hamlet of Helen, GA. TOGA had had a lot of rain, and we got stuck twice. A fellow with […]
Read MoreWalter Anderson’s art museum is in downtown Ocean Springs, and although we didn’t go I did Google him. He was quite the watercolorist, and almost as off his bird as old Van Gogh. How off was he? Well, he paid many visits to mental institutions, but escaped many more times than Paul Newman in Cool Hand Luke. He married a beautiful rich woman but convinced her he was crazy so he could go off and paint landscapes while she supported him. (Crazy like a fox?) He rode out Hurricane Betsy on Horn Island miles out in the Gulf sheltered only by his rowboat.
Read MoreOn New Year’s Eve we put together a big batch of grillades and grits. This is hard to believe but neither Kat nor I ever had that dish in all the years we lived in New Orleans
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Life on the Blue Highways 