Our neighbor across the street is an organic farmer who supplies some pretty swanky restaurants. So when he found a giant chicken mushroom like this one on a tree on his property?
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He harvested it and sold it for $250. That’s a fungus worth knowing.
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No, it’s not cool. It’s ridiculous. Please stop.
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Birds.
They live to tease Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Just… no.
I don’t want a vacation that revolves around discussing hot flashes and bloating. That is not my idea of money well spent.
Yes, the beer and atmosphere at Ebenezer’s were fun… as witnessed by this quirky piece of art hanging over our table.
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But clearly that poor creature never sampled the menu. No one could go away hungry here.
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Second green Belgian beer on board, we ordered appetizers .
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I didn’t go with the real R.I. shit, but the coconut shrimp were divine.
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The husband’s usual French onion soup was anything but with a plethora of cheesy bread and rich deep broth.
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Second beer gone, I switched over to a frozen strawberry margarita bursting with fresh fruit.
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And eyed the probably quite appropriate ladies room sign.
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Our meal? It was spectacular.
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Two perfectly cooked juicy herb marinated chicken breasts with roasted vegetables made my mouth sing. And the small bowl on the top left? Not a roll, but a potato croquette with gravy. Weird, but delightful.
The large salad came with my husband’s choice…
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Pan seared scallops and lobster over sherried buttered cream corn. In a word? Fabulous.
No, you don’t want to know what the bill totaled. Suffice it to say my wallet screamed… and as much as I loved our experience, I have to admit it’s a good thing we don’t live closer. Temptation could bankrupt us quickly.
As I said in my last post, if you visit Ebenezer’s you won’t be disappointed. Unless you’re a beer hating wretch who prefers eating at McDonalds. And if you are, please take your bad taste elsewhere. I don’t have room in my life for that kind of negativity.
Ebenezer’s is not a large establishment and seating at the bar is limited.
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But oh what a bar it is. With hovering vultures and hand blown glass beer taps.
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The bar area is small but filled with unusual beer signs. I’m unfamiliar with this brew, but there are ostriches involved… so I’m firmly on board.
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Decor aside, one look at the impressive draught list will make you an instant devotee.
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We lucked out and visited at the beginning of their annual Belgian festival and may I just say? It was delightful. My choice for the afternoon?
A Hanssens OUDE GUEUZE LAMBIC. 5.8% – Strong tart and funky, notes of earthy wood, apple and grass $14.
Yes, grass.
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I drank green beer and loved it. And it wasn’t even St. Patrick’s Day. Smooth, herbal, with just a slight pucker. Consider me a fan. I liked it so much I didn’t even try anything from their second page, except ….
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Did you see it?
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A beer that will invert your penis? Who could say no to a taste of that!
They brought me a shot glass full because it’s quite potent. The taste? Oddly sweet and more reminiscent of whisky than beer. I liked it, the husband hated it. But then I don’t have invertible genitals so that may be understandable.
My husband heard about a large flea market in Fryeburg , Maine… and since the 90 minute drive did not deter him, over to the western part of the state we went.
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There was indeed a flea market, but that’s the only good thing I can say about it. Yes, there were a few antiques scattered here and there… but mostly it was tacky new merchandise. Like this:
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Clearly Barbie has reached menopause age.
It was hot as hell that day with no breeze whatsoever and that made me cranky. The only thing that made me smile?
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Martian chauffeurs.
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After a few fruitless hours of my husband searching for treasure and me searching for shade, we left empty handed. And since it was well past lunchtime and I’d worked up a terrible thirst.. there was only one place to go. The penultimate brew pub.
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If you don’t know where it is, you’ll never find it… tucked away down a narrow wooded residential road, alongside a golf course in a quiet town near the border of New Hampshire called Lovell .
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The barn is the pub, and there’s outdoor seating as well.
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If you’ve never heard of Ebenezer’s? Good. That means more beer for me.
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But if you live in New England, chances are you know this award winning shrine to suds. A visit there never disappoints.
I don’t know, from the look of that picture? I think I’d rather drown.
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Anyone who has served in the military or been in close proximity to those who do… knows what bug juice is. The fact that it was used in a toilet is not a surprise.
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His brain literally exploded. That’s mind blowing…
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Aren’t you glad you follow my blog?
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Clue me in here. I’ve been around servicemen for the past 40 years or so and have yet to see pigs or chickens tattooed on their feet. Point of fact… it’s bad luck to even say the word pig on a lobster boat. Seriously, the old school fisherman will light you up for that.
We’ve had some much needed, glorious rain lately and though another leak has sprung in the continuing nightmare that is our roof…. don’t ask, I’m too disgusted to talk about it ….. our once brown lawn is green again.
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With just a hint of leaves starting to turn in the background.
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I’m wondering how vibrant the autumn show will be this year due to the long summer drought. Fingers are crossed.
If you know anything about Guinness, you’ll know they had a fabulous ad campaign back in the day.
Their first ad was published in 1794, their first tagline introduced in 1929. In the early 20th century, doctors thought the brew had medicinal properties and promoted strength. Until the 1950’s Irish mothers were told to drink Guinness after giving birth because of its iron content. Guinness is good for you! remained the slogan until a random trip to the circus drew inspiration from the performing zoo animals.
It’s these advertisements that became synonymous with the brand, and this collection of vintage coasters I found at an antique store.
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The perfect addition to the Barn Mahal man cave bar.
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There were even a few Christmas themed ads.
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And if you recognized the famous toucan on the bottom right….
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It might be because our original poster was one of the first things we ever hung in the man cave.
Because sometimes you have to suck it up, be embarrassed and buy the tackiest item in the store.
I think I’ve mentioned my husband has an old friend who… how shall we say… has a rather low brow sense of humor. And when we run across lewd, rude and crude items while shopping? He always comes to mind.
So when we spotted this nut cracker on our recent antique excursion, we knew we had to buy it.
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Carved out of wood and shaped like a woman’s legs…
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