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Tidbits

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It’s fiddlehead season and Mainers go absolutely nuts for this peculiar green.

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Basically they’re just new, unfurled fern fronds but people guard their harvest locations closely and take the secret to their grave.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is still demanding his morning coffee.

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Cats. They’re creatures of habits too.

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The sides of Maine’s highways are turning out to be perfect places for solar farms. Panels are popping up everywhere.

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In case you were wondering just how big the giant roof lobster on top of the restaurant that sells the giant lobster roll actually is.

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It’s that time of year.

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The time of year Mainers go absolutely bat shit crazy over a tiny unfurled fern frond.

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The season is short and anxiously awaited. Foraging sites are secret and passed down from one generation to another.

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Cleaning methods are also hotly debated.

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Personally? I can’t stand the slimy little things… I don’t care how you cook them, they taste like swamp. But that’s okay, it just means there are more for you.

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