tee-to-tal-er [tee-toht-ler, tee-toht-]
a person who obstains totally from intoxicating drink
This story really begins in April, 2008. At that time, Rachel and I went on a trip to the deep south states of Georgia & South Carolina. It was a fabulous adventure full of sites, relaxation and most importantly, food. While staying on St. Simon’s Island in Georgia, we ate at Barbara Jean’s Restaurant. To sum it up: it was heaven. If you love southern food & seafood, you will not be disappointed.
I can’t even remember my entree (although I’m sure it was fabulous) but I do remember my appetizer: She Crab Soup. This was the first time I had tried such deliciousness. “Rich, creamy and full of crab and a little bite.” is the menu’s description. “A little bite” is an understatement; I believe that Mace is an ingredient.
Until recently, I had not thought of she crab soup for a while. Was I clinically depressed? Not to my knowledge; Busy? Yes! Our good friends had recently purchased their grandparent’s home. As they were giving us a tour, I noticed a recipe for she crab soup in the kitchen window. Come to find out, the grandparents had lived in South Carolina for a time. I studied the recipe and promptly forgot about continuing the tour of the home. Our friends still hold this against me.
Upon studying the recipe, I found that sherry is one of the ingredients. Not having much experience cooking with wine, sherry or any other alcohol, I wasn’t sure how to obtain this. I guess that I could go to the liqour store when no one was watching.
Having shelved this idea for a while, I went grocery shopping at Smith’s last week. While in the aisle for balsamic & red wine vinegar I noticed “Sherry, Cooking Wine.” What? I thought that I would have to go to the liquor store for this. Quickly turning the bottle to read the ingredients, I never saw the word “alcohol.” I put the bottle in my cart & immediately thought of how wonderful it will be to tell Rachel about this.
Upon arriving home, I unloaded the groceries and then proceeded to tell Rachel about my amazing karma. “It was right in front of me; just meant to be there” I said. She read the bottle and then showed me on the front label where it reads: “ALCOHOL BY VOLUME 17%.” Then she read the first ingredient: “WINE.” By now you are probably wondering how I ever graduated high school given my attention to detail. High school was the best ten years of my life.
I was a little embarrassed about my apparent lack of literacy. But I am even more excited about the upcoming opportunity to cook she crab soup. My mouth is watering already.