Orphan’s Thanksgiving 2013

Being at Law School can be tough. Unlike most of the other students I couldn’t afford to get home for Thanksgiving, so I got some good people who were sticking around for whatever reason to come over 🙂

Kathleen and Maral at Thanksgiving

I was worried about a full turkey fitting in my oven (especially with other food) so I just decided to try cornish hens.

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I had NO idea what I was doing but I oiled those babies up with some yummy garlic and sea salt and thyme and when they came out, I cannot lie – they were AMAZING and juicy with crispy skins and ooh I love it when cooking adventures go well!

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Kathleen came over and helped make some of the dishes and we watched a little bit of the game.

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Then Yorgos and Maral came and brought some more delicious food.

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We ate. And then we ate. And then we took a break. And then we ate some more. Dinner was like an 8 hour event, haha.

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All in all we had a hen to ourselves, mashed potatoes, baked sweet potato casserole, green beans and mushrooms, squash, stuffing, biscuits, brown gravy, cake, blackberry pie, and pumpkin pie!

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It was so good though and it makes me hungry just thinking about it!

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Bowen’s Island

There is a place that I will always love.

A place where you can get freshly caught shrimp fried up for you only after you order it, where you can go in your bikini, strewing sand everywhere, where you can watch the sunset, and feel perfect. That place is called Bowen’s Island.

Please excuse the quality of the pictures; they are from my cellphone.

When I was a kid I would go to Bowen’s Island. Then as a teenager during the summer I would drag my friends all the way down to Folly Beach. We would run around in the sun all day, having a blast, and then right before the sun would go down we would drive out to Bowen’s. It’s on Folly Road, which if you’ve been there you know is just two lanes, surrounded by marsh on all sides, with a few turn offs. Bowen’s is on a turn off so far back the city doesn’t even do maintenance back there.

On a dirt and gravel road your car will bounce under the spanish moss until you get to… a shack. And in that shack you can take your sandy skin, flip flops, and walk right in, grab a sweet tea, sit on the dock and wait for some fried shrimp. Or oysters. Or fish. And then you will fall in love.

Since I was a kid though, the building burned down and they built a new one. It’s a bummer because as a kid I have memories of an entire wall filled with old broken TVs and those old, old walls and tables which were covered in names and dates either written in paint or sharpee or just carved in with a knife. But, all is well, the new building is still nice, with all the walls full of windows or screens looking out on the water. People are putting forth their best effort to restore it to it’s original amount of signatures.

Usually Bowen’s Island is a summer food spot for me. Without air or heat, and pretty much just a room on the dock, it’s freezing during the winter. But although it was unnaturally cold yesterday, I decided I wanted to go!

It wasn’t too bad, except it was the most crowded I’d ever seen it. I love the new bar 🙂 There was no room upstairs where there are glass windows, so we ate in the Oyster Room, which was actually nice because it was mostly locals and people who have  been coming to Bowen’s for forever.

I got the Frogmore Stew which some people call Lowcountry Boil. 🙂

It’s one of my favorite Charleston dishes and its just corn, potatoes, sausage, and shrimp.

The food is always amazing. You know that it is fresh, and just came in. Jeeze, if they run out, they could just get on the boat…

but it’s not just that, or even the memories. It’s just a good vibe. Right on the water, right by the beach, people shucking oysters into bins, everyone smiling. I love it there!

“In the English-speakin…

“In the English-speaking world, there’s always been a certain ambivalence about taking pleasure at the table. There’s been this notion, this Puritanical notion, that if you take too much pleasure in your food it will somehow lead to bad character. It might lead to harder stuff, like sex for instance. I think the French have always understood that, hell yeah, it does lead to sex and it should! That residual sense of food being good, food being important, that food is worth waiting around for and worth spending time with. Eating, um, is and should be a joyous occasion.”

Anthony Bourdain