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Another one bites the dust.

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His Lordship was on high alert after hearing something in the backyard stone wall.

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Not finding anything, he tried the front lawn stone wall.

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After narrowly missing a chipmunk there….

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He returned to the back lawn stone wall… and waited.

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Patience paid off. He snatched a mouse out of a rock crevice and ran with it to the back door, which was thankfully closed. Rodent death was fairly quick this time around …

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So Dudley got bored with his prize and headed back to the wall. Leaving another fresh carcass for yours truly.

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Liquid Saturday , the finale.

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After a beer and hard cider filled morning and early afternoon…. and a less than stellar mid afternoon chowder house lunch with margaritas, I thought we were going home. But my husband realized we were driving up on a friend’s town and gave him a call.

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Enter the Bait Shed restaurant and bar in the Pine Point area of Scarborough…

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Where our friend was sitting and thoughtfully holding seats for us… complete with waiting cocktails.

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I’d never been nor even heard of this place, but a better spot to end the day would be hard to find.

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The ocean breeze was cool, the summer tourists were gone. We had good company, potent drinks, hearty laughs and fresh seafood.

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They don’t take themselves too seriously at the Bait Shed….

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Probably because their establishment really was a bait shed in a previous life.

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It’s the type of place Maine locals avoid like the plague during the season and visit frequently once the outta staters have left the state.

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It’s the type of place where you’ll get a dirty look if you order an espresso martini, but I saw a bowl of chowder go by and damned if it wasn’t the real thing.

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A much needed food break in the liquid Saturday tour, Part 3

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After a morning and early afternoon of drinking beer and hard cider, yours truly needed some food. We were traveling up Route 1 near Wells when I remembered there was a restaurant on the estuary…. so I hollered “Let’s go!”

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Billy’s Chowder House made a decent margarita and had a wonderful view, so things were looking up.

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And when you’re in a chowder house restaurant? You have to order chowder… which is when it started to go bad.

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We ordered clam chowder. What we got were thin, milky bowls of potatoes. Clams? I think the chef might have grated one over the top. A more tasteless bowl of gruel would be hard to find.

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The husband had mussels, which were tiny, overcooked and swimming in enough garlic to repel a platoon of Vampires.

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I ordered a shrimp roll which, while edible… was nothing to write home about about.

The bill was almost $100 and I made a mental note never to cross that threshold again.

A Maine chowder house with horrible chowder? There’s no excuse for that. This place needs to sink back into the sea and be done with it.

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I love my town.

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We live on a river, hence my blog name.

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Apparently Maggie lives on the river as well.

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There was an outdoor wedding last weekend. If only I’d known they were taking requests.

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We have once weekly trash pick up at our house, $2.50 a bag…. But everything else has to go to the recycle barn. Decades ago when it was realized people were throwing out perfectly useable items, an idea was born.

While I don’t shop at the “Gift Store”, my husband has been known to come home with more than he went with.

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This is our neighbor across the road. His fields are looking pretty spiffy…. And oh! That fresh ginger.

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Liquid Saturday , Part 2.

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There’s a small company in Rollinsford New Hampshire that produces some very tasty hard cider. I discovered them at a bar in NH two years ago and have yet been able to find it in Maine.

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Welcome to part two of the liquid Saturday tour. North Country Cider.

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Housed on the bottom floor of an old mill.

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It was actually a tiny place, not much to see… but we were there, so we drank.

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The flight was interesting. I didn’t care for the cranberry…. but the Wulf Kitty, with tart cherry, tangerine zest and ginger? Ooh la la!

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After drinking our fill we walked around the old mill and realized they must have let the flood waters course right under the first floor back in the day.

Then it was back inside the store.

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Where I bought two four packs of Squashed, their seasonal offering that I had discovered and loved two years ago. Wood fire roasted Kabocha squash cider, with ginger and a hint of nutmeg. It’s bizarre, and quite delicious.

I also picked up a four pack of this:

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I have no idea how it tastes, but with a name like that? How could I not.

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What do you get for your tax dollars in Kennebunk, Maine?

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Flowers.

That’s what you get for the outrageously high property tax bills the town of Kennebunk sends out twice a year.

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But what lovely flowers they are.

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Every free space in the village is filled with them.

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It’s impressive and quite beautiful.

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Is it any wonder President Bush’s family has their summer home in Kennebunkport?

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A very liquid Saturday.

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It started out innocently enough. We needed to replace my husband’s keg in the man cave and the store where we bought the first one was out.

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So we went straight to the source, Allagash brewery in Portland… where we discovered they wouldn’t accept their keg and return our deposit because we hadn’t purchased it there. They also wanted $100 deposit on a new keg and since the brewery is an hour away, we said to hell with it and just settled down to drink.

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At 11:00 in the morning. Don’t judge.

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Since Covid, they’ve built a large outdoor pavilion…. and we happily sampled some drafts.

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A good time was had…

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As were beer cheese dip and pretzels.

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This Belgian dubbel called Foliage Report was especially tasty.

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As we drank, a giant black limo pulled up and discharged a group of similarly dressed young men. I’m guessing it was a brewery hopping bachelor party (Maine has the largest number of craft breweries in the country. Is it any wonder I live here?) and thought that was a great idea.

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On our way out we had to hit the brew store…

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And purchased 2 four packs of that fabulous seasonal dubbel. 2 four packs? $24.

Yikes!

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And since the day was young…..

To be continued.

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I am so buying this.

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There’s nothing I like more than having friends over for dinner and drinks and games.

That hasn’t happened for quite some time, because, ya know…. global plague. But it hasn’t stopped me from finding fun things in anticipation of normalcy’s return.

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House of Carbs?

It’s like they know me already.

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Nine drunk bitches?

Damn, I need to check for hidden cameras.

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Fifty shades of gravy?

That describes my Covid lockdown protocol to a T.

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I’ll leaf you to it.

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I’m going to post a collection of photos today. I took them this weekend as we were driving the Kancamagus in New Hampshire.

The Kanc is a 36 mile swath of highway cut right through the White Mountains… and this time of year? It’s beyond stunning.

The pictures speak for themselves, so I’ll be quiet and let you enjoy the splendor that is autumn in New England.

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A side note – We weren’t the only ones enjoying peak foliage season that day. And in all my years of peeping leaves in this area? I’ve never seen so many people line the roads to gawk. At times traffic was at a dead stop.

All Hail Mother Nature!

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And now, experience it in real time.

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To be continued..

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