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Traipsing through my old posts when the bots did, I saw this one inspired by friends who gave me a very appropriate t shirt.
Fun… and slightly educational. If you’re a trivia buff that is.
I still have the shirt, though it’s pretty ratty now and only worn when gardening.
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https://riversworld.live/2018/08/08/i-drink-and-i-know-things/
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Because they’re fun.
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Maine has a craft brewery on every corner, it’s serious business up here so it always astounds me that Vermont outranks us. We’ve driven literal hours there and not seen one.
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Damn, Texas.
There are other stores…
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How southern are you?
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I thought Maine would rank higher but I get it…we’re expensive, not to mention cold.
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I take umbrage with this one.
We aren’t rude, We’re New Englanders who just take time to thaw.
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I’ll take autumn leaves, Stephen King and seafood any day.
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An after Thanksgiving question because we’re all still stuffed full of turkey.
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I don’t consider myself much of a baker, but my number is 16 …. which ironically, is exactly half.
How big a sweet tooth do you have?
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This won’t be the typical sappy Thanksgiving post where I list all the wonderful people and things I’m grateful for in my life and then excuse myself to gorge on turkey. It’s just going to be a quick story of what happened the other day.
The husband and I ran out to the grocery store to grab a few things I needed to make my contributions to the holiday feast we’ll be attending at a dear friend’s house later today. (Creamy crab toasties, autumn harvest sangria, broccoli casserole and a cappuccino mousses trifle) The store was packed with last minute shoppers and as we neared the end of our trip around the aisles, my guy spotted a little old lady slowly pushing her cart past the milk. She was alone, frail, slightly bent over and seemed a bit overwhelmed.
What happened next is the very definition of holiday spirit.
My husband jogged up to the front of the store, found the manager and told him he wanted to buy that lady’s groceries.
Just because.
He handed over his bank card and the manager quickly opened a separate register while a clerk steered the unsuspecting woman through. My husband didn’t want to be recognized as the payer and ducked out of sight as the cashier told the puzzled lady there was no charge.
I hope the kindness of a stranger made her day.
It certainly made my heart swell with pride.
Here’s hoping your Thanksgiving is filled with wonderful people like my husband as well.
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While I don’t usually pay a lot of attention to my stats, there are some days I have to.
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Because WordPress likes to announce it when they rise .
“Hey loser! Look at you, people have found your miserable little blog. Kudos.”
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And over the past few days things have definitely been looking up.
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So much so, I got suspicious.
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Yes, the majority were from the U.S…. but still, for me the numbers have been crazy.
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Fearing they were bots…I sent a question to the Happiness Engineers.
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Which, irony of ironies…. was answered by a bot.
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Frank.
Yeah, sure.
Not believing I had suddenly become that popular, I went ahead and changed my WordPress password.
And the very next day?
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Things were back to normal.
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When we moved to this house in 2002, the woodshed was half filled with logs. Since we have a fireplace, we burn a few now and then for ambience… but since we don’t use it as a heat source we never really put a dent in the huge stack.
Over the years (Decades. Damn, I’m getting old!) my husband has cut and split trees on our property and dutifully stacked them in the already full shed.
It’s only recently that he decided enough is enough. We’ll never burn a fraction of the stockpile and there’s literally no room for anything else so…
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He’s letting go of the birch, apple, poplar, maple and pear.
And with the current cost of firewood? He let it go at a very reasonable price.
In no time at all, a couple showed up with their truck and started loading.
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It was an 8 foot bed and they were sure they could fit it all.
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But a second trip was required.
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And when the wife saw we had a tree full of crabapples behind the shed? She asked if she could harvest some for jelly.
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Everyone was happy.
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The local couple could fill their wood stove cheaply.
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And we could finally see the interior walls of our shed.
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Which after 23 unseen and untouched years, are going to need some serious work.
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Let’s dive into the absurd, shall we?
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Sounds like someone needs a giant Tums.
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Sure. Let’s piss off the artificial intelligence… no harm can come from that.
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This headline is from Connecticut where the slogan is, “If you can’t beat ‘em, eat ‘em”.
In case you’re wondering, they’re talking about green crabs.
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Thankfully I didn’t get one, because I’m pretty sure I’m still alive.
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As one does.
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That’s a mental picture I may have trouble getting rid of.
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I wouldn’t think this requires an article, but clearly I’m wrong.
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I’m confused.
Is the appropriate response to this I’m sorry… or congratulations?
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Another day of strangely high viewing stats means another look back in time and a rerun post about my very least favorite green.
Give me liberty or give me death… but for the love of all that’s holy, don’t give me kale.
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https://riversworld.live/2018/08/18/so-whats-up-with-kale-and-why-does-everyone-want-me-to-eat-it/
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The husband and I were searching for a bakery in Windham but found a wonderful new restaurant instead.
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Stumbling in at noon right after they opened, we had the place to ourselves. For a strip mall location, it was surprisingly nice inside, kind of boho rustic.
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And the cocktails were next level good.
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I felt right at home with chickens over my shoulder.
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And we discovered their menus are seasonal as well as locally sourced.
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Everything was fresh and utterly fabulous.
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My mini beef Wellington appetizer melted in my mouth.
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Husband’s garlic and white wine mussels with saffron butter, chorizo and pine nuts were huge and flavorful .
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Naturally we sat at the bar.
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And naturally my husband made a friend.
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My cast iron chicken with mushrooms, mashed potatoes and a lemon thyme gravy was amazing and after a recommendation from the owner … who claimed they had the best pork anyone had ever tasted…
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Husband had the best pork chop he’s ever tasted, bar none.
Perfectly prepared, the chop was massive. Hard to tell from the photo but it was easily 2 inches thick. Cider brined, grilled with a char but tender and juicy inside. Topped with caramelized onions and Honeycrisp apples and served with fresh green beans and butternut squash puree.
It wasn’t an inexpensive meal, but damn. It was perfect.
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With turkey day right around the corner, a holiday themed question seems in order.
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For me, it’s Ambrosia Salad hands down.
My late MIL loved the stuff and brought it to every family dinner, even though she was the only one who ate that monstrous combination of flavors.
How about you?
What dish isn’t welcome at your holiday table….
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