We had houseguests this weekend. The in-laws finally made it down to the island and we had a great time. I keep telling people we love having people come and visit and we want all the brothers and sisters and cousins and nieces and nephews to come--and nobody believes me. But we do. We don't have a lot of time available for them to come--but we do want them to do it.
Anyway, the fella's folks got in Thursday afternoon--the day the boy started his first shift at work. He's waiting tables at one of the nice restaurants on the seawall--it was that or construction work, and he was in favor of the place with air conditioning. He was still at home when they arrived, so it worked out well. Friday, I went in to work in the a.m. while the others got a tour of town and hit the fish market, so we had a shrimp boil for supper.
Our family--both sides--is all about shrimp. Even those store-bought, previously frozen limp-shrimp rings will be inhaled in ten minutes flat (depending on how many cousins are inhaling). And if one of the little cousins proclaims a dislike for shrimp, the standard answer is "Good! More for us." (One of my grandboys doesn't like shrimp. His little brother has loved them since he started eating real food. But then he's like "Mikey." He will eat anything he can chew. The daughter's boy has recently decided he will eat shrimps too. Alas, fewer for us. And time spent peeling them for the little guys that can't be spent peeling our own.)
But, much as we enjoy those grocery-store variety, they pale--absolutely fade away--in comparison to shrimp fresh off the boat, bought at the fish market the same morning they are boiled, chilled and eaten. It's been a while since we hit the market, and it reminded me that we need to do it more often. (Especially since the fella de-headed the shrimps that came with their heads on and I didn't have to do it. I hate getting stabbed by shrimp spines.) We don't need a special occasion. Just shrimp. Oh MY, those babies were yummy.
Mostly, that's what we did for the weekend. We ate. We also rode the ferry over to Bolivar Peninsula and back, and went out to look at the sandcastles. There's an annual sandcastle building contest sponsored by an architectural association with all sorts of categories, plus "Best of Show." The castle that won first place was a literal castle. With ARCHES.
I have no idea how they built those arches. I don't think they can use any building material other than sand and water, so the arches totally impressed me--and the judges too, obviously. (I'll get a picture from the fella as soon as I can.)
We also went to dine at the boy's workplace and I got to try the famous pecan pie. It was almost more a pecan cake, because the filling had flour in it, but it was yummy. I ate way too much, but I'm not sorry. Except that it will take several more power walks (if my walking had any power) to work it off. Sigh.
I got no writing done last Friday. None yesterday, and today I eked out a whole two pages. But it's better than nothing I guess. (sigh)
So what cool thing did y'all do over the weekend? Or what yummy thing did you get to eat? (I do talk about food a lot here, don't I? What does this tell you about me???)(I know.)