One of the owners in the Skippers video below says he started Skippers with 3 of his buddies because he's an idiot.
I ate at Skippers a couple of years ago for my mother-in-law's birthday. She lives in St. Simons and we met in Darien. I ordered the fried everything because I'm sort of an idiot too. Flounder, shrimp, crab cakes. Just like this video menu. The fried flounder is as big as a manhole cover.
"The grand meal is crisp-fried flounder, a fish so big it hangs over both sides of a dinner plate. The vast plateau of meat below its craggy orange-gold crust is moist and sweet, easy to lift in bite-size nuggets right off the skeleton. Fried shrimp are firm and fresh (and indubitably local), accompanied by red-crusted hushpuppies in which the cornmeal is infused with a throbbing swirl of sweetness and garlic. Compared to the muscular shrimp, fried oysters are shockingly fragile, so tender that they seem to evaporate on the tongue. Excellent side dishes include brown-sugary sweet potato casserole and bowls of bright and bitter greens."
I managed to avoid the Darien Outlet Mall by napping in the car after lunch. Good God, do you blame me?
A totem pole Christmas tree ornament from Ketchikan, Alaska. I hope my souvenir doesn't depict murder and mayhem like some totem poles do:
My mother-in-law, in addition to totem pole ornaments and golf balls, brought cans of salmon from Ketchikan, the Salmon Capital of the world:
I picked out Smoked Salmon Pate to eat with Ryvita Rye crackers for the Baltimore Ravens vs. Minnesota Vikings game. NFL and salmon pate go together, somewhat, right?
Hmm. A tiny bit salty. The dogs were very, very interested.
Actually, as near as I could tell, Ketchikan's Smoked Salmon Pate tastes very similar to Underwood's Deviled Ham Spread. I'm sure its not meant to.
Sometimes Shep can be such a little bitch.
Paula Deen is heard to say, "Is he from this country?" What'd you expect? She's from Savannah! (Al Roker is amused--guess the crasher would have had to machete somebody to get his attention).
