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Meanwhile, in Maine.

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I love living in my state and especially in one of its rural towns.

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We’ve had our neighbor’s horses, goats and chickens all wander over to say hello but as of yet, no cows.

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I want cows too!

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That’s a traffic jam you’ll never see in the city.

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Whaaat?

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And people think Oregon is weird….

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Closer to home, the geese are on the move.

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A few cold nights is all it takes for these birds to say sayonara and head for warmer shores.

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We were invited to dinner at a friend’s house recently and I made my cappuccino mousse trifle with raspberries.

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It’s always a hit and in exchange? Our British ex pat friends shared a lovely bottle of gin they picked up in Scotland that I’d never even heard of.

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Ooh la la.

If you’re a G&T fan? This is delightful. Smooth, crisp and oddly… almost creamy. It’s made with hand harvested sugar kelp seaweed and is a true small batch gem from the Outer Hebrides.

It’s not available in Maine, so I may have to make a pilgrimage to Boston soon.

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28 thoughts on “Meanwhile, in Maine.”

  4. Question! Did I or did I not leave a picture in a comment on one of your posts a few months ago? My memory tells me I did, but common sense tells me no way!!! I can’t seem to make it happen now!

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      1. I can’t either!!!
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  5. I love your posts. I only have raccoons, a bunny and a cute little chuck and occasionally a cat visiting my yard, although years ago, we once had a chicken. 🙂

    I left a comment about the ‘lizard at the hospital’ and it ended up on Mark’s blog. Don’t ask me what’s going on, I’m clearly losing it. But hey, if you want to bring a lizard to the operation room, just declare it your emotional support lizard and you should be good to go. 😛

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  8. I worked at WIKE-AM in Newport Vermont and I remember interrupting regular scheduled broadcasts to announce “If you are missing some [fill in your preferred farm animal] they are wandering down Route 5 near [so and so’s] farm.”

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  9. The image of a traffic jam made entirely of wandering goats and chickens is pure gold. It really does sound like a rural Maine miracle that you have not yet been visited by cows, though I suspect that day is coming. Your cappuccino mousse trifle sounds like the perfect end to a dinner party, especially when paired with that obscure gin from the Outer Hebrides. The description of it being almost creamy due to the hand harvested sugar kelp is fascinating. I have never heard of such a thing, but it sounds like a unique small batch gem worth the trip to Boston. It is nice to see people sharing these specific local treasures and recipes. It makes the cold nights feel a bit warmer when you have good food and interesting drinks to look forward to.

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  10. When I was a kid some cattle got loose and wandered through the neighborhood. They damaged a swing and the neighbor liked to tell everyone that a cow swung on her swing. One of my tent poles was damaged by loose cattle when I was living in it in Nicaragua. When I returned to the US I went to the factory to buy a new pole. The clerk asked how it was got damaged. When I told him, he said “no charge” and the invoice, under the reason for return, said “Contra cattle.” In the Pyrenees we ran into a traffic jam of horses. Sheep and cattle were pretty routine causes, but horses were new to me.

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