St. George Island is one of the few places left on the Florida coast that has not been totally overrun by high rise condos and hotels. We spent a week there in 1968 just before going to Ethiopia. White, sugar sands and turquoise water. Now, there is a FL State Park at one end of the Island. The camp sites are in a pine forest and a ten minute walk to the beach. It was totally deserted the day I went shell collecting. What a sight, there were star fish everywhere. I decided to pick up some shells to use as ramekins for baking. I figured I could make some lobster Newburg and serve it in the shells, or more probably tuna hot dish or perhaps tater-tot casserole (a favorite of Aunt Deb and daughter Haley). Yukky. I'll think of something to put in those shells.
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