My only regret from New Year's Eve is that I didn't take a picture of good ole David the oyster man. 12/29: Anj calls up David, the Davis family oyster guy, places our NYE order for the bonfire/oyster roast/deer chili 2011 kickoff throw down @ the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Silas B.Davis.
12/30: David's a lil concerned cause his guys he usually gets the oysters from done up and gone on vacay with no warning. You know how oystermen ( I had "fishermen", but Anj said there's a big difference) do.
Later that day: Ole David says not to fear. He's done found somebody in Cedar Island - but......if they don't look good, he ain't buyin' em. If we don't hear from him though - no news is good news. Well....we didn't hear.
12/31 - 3:00 p.m. - we stop by Davis General Store. Silas: "Well, Andrew. You talk to 'im bout the oysters?"
Anj: "Yeah." Silas: "Did ya?" Anj: "Yeah." Me: "Anj. I mean, damn, when are we gonna go pick 'em up? It's 3:00, and we gotta drive to Davidson to get 'em. Then you know there's gone be 8 million other things to do at your mama's house. People are gone be there at 7:30."
12/31 - 3:01 - Anj calls David. "Hey, this is Andrew. You got my oysters? He he. Good. We'll be up there shortly." There David was - snug as a bug in a rug in in front of his trailer/cooler roadside shop. Surrounded by Christmas trees and his little sea-net seashell embellished stand. You coulda looked at David and just known right off the bat - he had just driven over 6 hours to get some oysters off some boat from some random oysterman and then 6-7 more hours back to Mecklenburg County. He was not a man of false promises. Loved the ratty blue hat, and the oysterman's grin - not a care in the world...tannish, needin' a shave. He handed over two bushels of oysters - the last batch of which was delivered in a Blue Moon carton and that's how our NYE got started - with Good old Dave. See the magical memories made below... I hope yours was just grand as well.
Nyyyyyep, every New Year's Eve that ends up worth even speakin of starts off with a good squirrel hunt...please observe the bros-n-law in hot pursuit of a menacing tree rat. Git 'im!
Sound I admittedly was previously unfamiliar with: the cheebitty cheebitty cheebitty groveling sound of a squirrel who's been hit, but ain't dead.
|Paper and cardboard remnants of Christmas magic past = fire starters.|
|Pa Davis doin' somethin' clearly important.|
|I may have on a Carolina t-shirt under this here deer head embossed camo jacket, but I can burn me UP some flammables, now.|
|Hey gal, this is Silas. I know you're prolly on up in Raleigh, but I thought I'd give you a call and let you know we're 'bout to roast some oysters and burn up some Christmas trees.|
|Supper. Along with venison chili and sausage-tomato-onion (plus beans if you're an original Davis) soup.|
|Bubba. Bless his heart. Drooled allllllllll night for some scraps.|
|Gettin' ready....brang ON the salty sea-tastic aroma and goodness.|
|Steamin the oysters under a burlap bag.|
|Anj's NC Stizzle apron he got for a Christmas prize.|
|Note the runniness - naw, I won't eat that. No thanks. I did however, learn to love some of the over-cooked firm ones w/ a little TX Petey & a saltine. :)|
|Meanwhile, my naiiiisty husband happily slurps down the salty funk.|
|Step 2 - Add Texas Pete - not to be confused with 12 bottles of cocktail sauce. Or plain old tabasco sauce.|
|Lois Ellen's Christmas tree plus one Anj picked up off side of the road.|
|Light it up, brother.|
|More! More! More!|