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And OMG, the food!

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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.

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Random tidbits.

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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.

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So true I had to share.

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Asparamancer?

It’s official, I’ve heard everything now.

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Let’s play.

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It won’t strain your brain, I promise.

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I love how’s there’s nothing unequivocal here. When, not if. Yay for me.

What will I never stop eating?

I won’t say burgers…. because there will always be wagyu beef.

I won’t say pizza… because there will always be artisanal pies with truffles.

So I’ll go with one of my guilty, rarely admitted pleasures.

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I confess, I’m all about the San Francisco treat. When the husband is away or eating elsewhere? I’ve been known to simmer up a package and eat the whole thing in one sitting.

But I do add freshly steamed broccoli, I’m not a heathen.

How about you… What aren’t you giving up after your bank account expands?

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Damariscotta Lake

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We ducked into Damariscotta Lake State Park recently for a quick picnic lunch. It was on the way to the motorcycle repair shop and we were hungry.

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Take out Italians always taste better by a body of water.

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Being after Labor Day we had the place pretty much to ourselves which was sweet.

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Bye bye tourists.

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I know we need your money, but it really is much nicer without you.

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Things Facebook thinks I need.

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I’m a woman.

I love jewelry.

These statements are accurate. So while Facebook’s purchase suggestion was correct in theory, it was a tad off when it came to style.

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And when it came to shoes ?

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While I did appreciate the bottle opener feature, I tend to draw the line at astroturf footwear.

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Hmm… I didn’t know I wanted this either.

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But now I kind of do….

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Neighbors, past and present.

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A local resident posted these photos, (which were actually postcards from 1933) of our neighbor’s house on our town’s FB page recently.

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It’s a beautiful old home which was once a rose garden farm.

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That must have been something to see. Can you imagine living next door to acres of roses? The scent would be heavenly.

Less fragrant but no less impressive? Our current neighbor’s vegetable farm across the street.

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There’s a long tradition of growing in my little part of the world.

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Let’s just drink.

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One of our favorite restaurants has been letting us down lately.

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And while the cocktails and atmosphere are still wonderful ( fresh blueberry mojito, yum!) the quality of the food has been going downhill. Garlic Parmesan wings? Dry and tasteless.

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Pricey pan seared scallops on risotto? Over cooked seafood on a soggy bed of mush.

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Burgundy braised short ribs? Chewy shoe leather. It all looked good, but wasn’t. So we’ve decided one of our favorite dinner restaurants will now just be one of our favorite watering holes.

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Cucumber and elderflower cooler? Yeah, I’m not giving that up.

And the regular bar crowd is a hoot.

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Mr. I Drink My Jameson With A Cover and A Straw In Case I Spill was back, and you have to appreciate a man who knows his limitations.

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I love my town.

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I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that living in a rural town with numerous family farms, our local food bank would benefit from the bounty.

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But the quality and quantity of selection in our little bank makes my heart burst with pride.

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New Englanders have a reputation of being stand-off ish and cold but I’ve always known my Maine neighbors to be kind and generous of spirit, always willing to help their community.

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Look at those full shelves.

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And in case you’re worried about Fido and Fluffy?

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We have an organization that feeds them as well.

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And if that doesn’t put a smile on your face when thinking of my town, maybe this will.

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Feeding seemed to work. And they were happily reunited with their owners before long.

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Damn. So am I!

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Baby fox!

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It doesn’t happen often. Our house is too far away from the woods and they have to cross a long wide open space to reach the buffet.

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Matter of fact this is only the third time in twenty years we’ve seen it.

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But momma fox brought a baby to the buffet last night.

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And we were beyond thrilled. Baby is on the left, and as you can tell not a little baby anymore, but momma won’t risk them in the open when they’re small.

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Leave my ice cream alone!

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I’m not a huge ice cream eater and normally don’t have any in the freezer at home, but I do enjoy a nice creamy coffee or mint chocolate chip cone now and then. And while those are my go to flavors I’m always game to try something different. Apple pie? Sure. Passion fruit sherbet? Why not. But there’s a line I’m not willing to cross and the following are on the other side of it.

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I won’t. And you can’t make me.

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Yes. Someone thought it would be a good idea to make eggplant ice cream.

And may I just say…. they were wrong.

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Miller brewing company? Your dishwater beer is bad enough.. what were you thinking?

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Tobacco smoke ice cream? For the love of all that’s holy, no.

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