We should have known this might happen when Kevin inquired about local eateries at our campground check-in and was told, “There is nothing bad. ALL the restaurants are really good.” So on our first night we headed out for a little date night sushi. We chose our rolls based solely on the server’s recommendation and we were not disappointed. For dessert we walked to a joint called “Better Living Through Coffee.” What can I even add to that?
Ironically enough, the kitchen supply store was the one place we bought something that was not edible, but it was flexible wine tumblers and that holds beverages so we probably draw a foul on that one. My little plant purchase is also not actually edible either, but as Kevin pointed out, it is called a succulent and that sounds edible, so whatever.
So we went home and recovered by sitting around and then standing around while our neighbors grilled oysters and offered us some (no kidding) and when the stomachs had all returned to their normally scheduled programming I whipped up this yummy treat using the plunder from the market and the olive sea salt from the shop in town.