A Recovering Yankee Nov 25, 2007
After moving from the lands of ice and snow, my first Thanksgiving in Florida was a huge change. To me, Thanksgiving always meant foul weather, huge helpings of Turkey and stuffing, and getting drowsy afterward. This year, we got to celebrate with my wife’s side of the family on Anna Maria Island. Sounds exotic, but really it was a simple public beach with a nice view of the Gulf of Mexico. It was about as different from my Grandma’s house as you could manage to find on this continent.
I might have been a touch overdressed for the occasion (my shirt had buttons and a collar.) but as always, Rhonda’s family are as generous and friendly a bunch as you’re likely to meet. Gone were the football games and turkey, down here we celebrated with grilled oysters and guitar music. I had never had grilled oysters before, but they were about as good as anything that’s ever crossed my palette. The only downside is that oysters don’t make for good leftovers, and I want more!
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