Do you like gathering friends and family for a good old fashioned game night? Board games, card games, games of skill, games of chance … it doesn’t matter, they’re all fun.
And the best part? You can still take part even after you’re dead.
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Brilliant!
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a daddy’s boy. Oh, he tolerates me because I’m the opener of cans and the sifter of poop but it’s my husband he follows from room to room and sleeps with at night. This allegiance also holds sway over freshly folded laundry.
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He curls up on my husband’s.
Never mine.
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A new Sopranos series?
I’m in!
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I can honestly say I’ve never wanted to play ball more in my life.
We tried a new restaurant the other day which is something I love to do. If it was up to my husband we would go the same three every time we eat out because he’s an absolute creature of habit.
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City Farmhouse Kitchen and Bar in South Portland.
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The description was urban style with farm to table food. Sounded intriguing, so away we went.
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On first glance the cocktail menu looked stellar. Fresh fruit purées, homemade bitters and local herbs.
Yes please!
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I started with the strawberry basil mojito… which was so good I ordered two.
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I could happily have emptied a pitcher with my less than palatable crab cakes. The tiny things came out of the kitchen in a flash and had that hard crunchy coating that screamed frozen.
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On the plus side my husband’s lobster bisque was divine.
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It was an attractive place, modern with a few strange “farmy” touches.
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Like the fake grassy turf above the bar televisions.
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Sadly the main portions of our meals were disappointing. The husband’s roasted squash ravioli with root vegetables and sage brown butter were hard as a rock and dry….
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While my chicken tagliatelle with spinach, mushroom and pine nuts was dull as toast. The porcini cream had no flavor and the pasta was pasty.
My third cocktail however, the Indian Summer, was lovely.
Bombay Sapphire Gin, St. Germain Elderflower Liqueur, Fresh-Pressed Lime, Splash of Cranberry, Muddled Pink Grapefruit, Splash of Bubbles.
I always enjoyed that. Mostly because I liked posting pictures of myself with a waistline. Ah… those were days.
But a memory popped up on my FB page the other day and I thought it was too fun not to share.
My husband was the second of 9 children. His mother was a mere slip of a woman and I often wondered how she stayed sane. Yes, it was a different era… but that’s still a lot of kids.
All but two were born in Maine as the family moved to a dairy farm in western Connecticut when my husband was 8.
7 of the 9 siblings are in this photo with his mother, the rest are cousins.
Being of Scottish ancestry I hate to admit it, but the Irish know a thing or two about pubs.
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We recently discovered O’Reilly’s Cure in Scarborough and will definitely be going back.
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It’s upscale…
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And to Hell with the Guinness…
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Their cocktail list is da bomb.
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The Basil Ruby was divine and paired nicely with my delicious crab cake appetizer.
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And the apple cider margarita?
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Lovely, even with its sticky brown sugar rim.
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Husband’s baked haddock, garlic mashed and veggie medley was tasty…
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And my chicken pot (biscuit) pie was a scrumptious thick, creamy delight.
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And yes, they snuck that annoying ‘kitchen wellness fee’ I detest on the bill (it bothers me because I doubt the kitchen staff ever see the money) but the food and drinks were so good we’ll return despite the annoyance.
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