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A nice meal and a cow.

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After walking around the clam festival for a few hours we were hungry, but not for fried clams. Seems counter intuitive, I know… but the stomach wants what the stomach wants.

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We drove to the next town, Falmouth… and found one of our favorite spots positively deserted.

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Having no problem finding a seat at the bar I sampled a Melano Fizz. This consisted of cucumber-infused vodka, melon liqueur, italicus apertivo, simple syrup, and fresh lime juice.

In a word? Yum.

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My go to appetizer here is the crab arancini.

Husband went with the lobster bisque …

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Which was lovely and loaded with lobster but served in one of those ridiculously small bowls made to look large.

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Toddy number two was the hibiscus berry sangria.

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Nice, but not nearly flavorful enough for me.

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My meal was a wonderful carbonara with fresh pasta and grilled chicken. It was so good I paid no attention to my husband’s meal and failed to photograph it. My bad.

On our drive home?

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Cow!

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Cow, on a rock…

Who didn’t appreciate her meal being interrupted by the paparazzi.

😉

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Blooming things and a close squirrel call.

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The hostas by our kitchen landing are having a good year.

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A really good year. Tall and full of pale purple blooms.

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The day lilies that were dug up by our neighbor’s tractor when our water line burst a few years ago have finally come back to life.

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Half are yellow, half are this interesting double ruffle peach and coral.

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Sadly these two by the road are full of weeds..

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But the colors are spectacular.

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In other news… His Lordship almost caught the dreaded red b*tch.

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That rotten red rodent was sitting on the stone wall chattering at him, taunting him … swishing her tail and daring him to lunge.

So he did.

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But sadly, he missed… and she disappeared into the wall.

Almost, Dudley.

Almost.

🥴

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A lakes region road trip.

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When the thermometer is reading temperatures this high?

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You ditch yard work and take a road trip west.

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To the lakes region, over the Naples causeway.

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Through Bridgton…

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Past ski slopes that look a little strange in the summer.

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To a premier pub in Lovell, Maine.

Any similarities between my husband and the pub sign mascot are purely coincidental.

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Ebenezer’s is famous for its extensive beer menu and hand blown glass taps.

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It also has a buzzard on the bar.

It’s hard to top that.

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They’ve won multiple awards and though they’re small and off the beaten path… those in the know, know.

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Belgians.

A white for the husband, a geuze boon for moi.

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I love their vintage signs.

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And their coconut shrimp with sweet Thai chili sauce.

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Some signs are prophetic.

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Good beer, beautiful lakes.

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A perfect summer day.

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Otto’s, part two.

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Did I mention Otto’s By The River was a funky little restaurant?

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I think their furniture proves it.

But aside from lovely cocktails and the owner trying to make my husband vomit (see previous Otto post), the reason we’ll go back is the food.

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My crab dip was literally one of the best I’ve ever had… and I love crab. I’ve had a few.

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The husband’s butternut squash soup? Thick, hearty and a meal unto itself.

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Butterfly pea tea lemonade? Tasty and pretty.

I forgot to photograph my chicken Caesar wrap but it was equally as good as the special my husband plowed through.

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A perfectly cooked venison filet with mushroom and caramelized onions, garlic mashed and green beans. To say we were too full for dessert is an understatement, we positively waddled out the door.

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Next to this fabulous building.

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It was a post office, then a state government admin site … but now it’s for sale. A developer is thinking of making it into condos that would go for $750k each.

Must be nice.

But hey, for that price at least you get a great view of the sturgeon.

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Though not all of them look thrilled at the prospect.

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🤣

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Otto’s On The River.

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We discovered a new restaurant last week that is definitely going on our ‘must return’ list.

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Located in downtown Augusta, Maine’s capital… but nowhere near most attractive city.

There’s been a rejuvenation movement in the old section of town for the past few years. New businesses remodeling old buildings, fresh plantings… and most importantly, whimsically painted sturgeon.

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Otto’s was indeed by the river.

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And if it hadn’t been so hot we might have sat outside.

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This is a fun and quirky place.

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And though the main dining room was closed for lunch, we had no trouble bellying up to the bar.

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One fabulous summer sangria in…

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We were enjoying the vibe and chatting with the owner’s sister who was mixing drinks.

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Before long the owner came over with menus, and seeing that my husband was drinking beer… asked him if he wanted this little bit of ale that was just poured. They only have bottles and cans, nothing on tap… he said it was just the extra that would otherwise be tossed.

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Never one to turn down free beer, my spouse took a large swig… and almost threw up.

Turns out it was the olive juice the bartender was using for dirty martinis

Omg. I’m sorry… but I laughed.

I laughed hard.

The poor owner was beside himself apologizing and felt terrible. He was worried we’d leave a bad review and never come back.

To be continued…

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Miscellaneous missives.

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Have I mentioned the baby woodchucks like the deer grain?

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They really like it.

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So much so .. they sit in the bowl and repel all foreign invaders.

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The pickle algorithm is right. I don’t believe that’s refreshing at all.

Blech!

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Are you as tired of seeing AI artwork passed off as real photography as I am?

There’s something about the quality of it that’s very telling.

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I like fruit art as much as the next girl, but come on. No one is that good.

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And come on…

That’s not even close to believable.

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Mark – this is for you.

Please order and report back.

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I dare you to beat our backyard sunrise.

❤️

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A Jaguar yard sale and the redneck country club.

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A girlfriend I hadn’t seen in a long time was having a yard sale so we decided to surprise her and drop in.

Little did I know it would turn into a dangerous visit.

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Dangerous because she was selling her convertible Jaguar.

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No, we didn’t come home with it.

Though for a while there, I thought we might.

We chatted, had a nice visit … and before we knew it the lunch hour had arrived. Not being familiar with her area, we asked for dining recommendations and were pointed to a golf course.

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Open to the public, it had a lovely mountain view…

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And the most redneck, down home clubhouse I’ve ever seen.

This sign was in the ladies room.

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See what I mean?

But yeeha ambience aside, the food was quite tasty.

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Chicken broccoli Alfredo for the hubs, ginger chicken teriyaki stir fry for moi.

Goes to show you can’t judge a kitchen by its tacky rest room decor.

😉

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