We have sampled small batch Bourbon, enjoyed a James Beard award winning chef’s cuisine at Husk and shopped for seagrass ornaments and baskets at Old City Market. We learned about low country history at The Charleston Museum and Old Slave Mart Museum. We toured the Joseph Manigault House; capturing the life style of a wealthy rice plantation family. At one point in South Carolina history, when rice was king, three percent of white slave owners in South Carolina owned all the slaves and most were working on the rice plantations. Rice farming took an incredible amount of workers and the chores were grueling. While once the largest producers of rice were in South Carolina by the 1900’s no rice was grown as a cash crop. The Civil War, hurricanes and fire ended that way of life. Today a few handful of farmers grow rice for local consumption. A chilly rain is our steady companion during the first two days of our respite but this afternoon, the clouds broke and the sun made a presence late this afternoon promising a warmer and drier Thanksgiving Day to spend time together exploring the history and culture of the low country. And no dishes to do or leftovers to contend with at the end of the day. Not that I don’t enjoy the traditions of Thanksgiving, including the preparation of the feast of turkey and all the fixings. It is just some years (two in a row I must admit) matriarchs appreciate a change in the routine and then it becomes at some future date a tradition to relish again. But this year, the chefs of Charleston are in charge of our feast and I can’t wait to see what they have for us to savor, taste and critique.
Happy Thanksgiving to all our friends and families however you elect to spend your day.