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Go west (not so) young River…

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We headed west recently… which is always a nice drive.

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Destination?

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An unassuming little Italian restaurant housed in an old shoe factory.

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Lots of original exposed beams and sunlight.

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And some seriously good mojitos. This one is blackberry.

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I passed on the pickle.

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Lunch for me was a tasty chicken carbonara tortellini. Their pasta is fresh and fabulous. Mojito #2? Mango.

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Husband went with haddock piccata minus the capers, garlic butter linguini and maple glazed carrots. Scrumptious.

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I meant to ask the bartender about this rather odd Nesquick placement but was too busy eating.

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Raspberry cheesecake for the spouse.

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And a rare bananas foster for me. I love this caramel and rum soaked treat but rarely find it in Maine. It was too apt to melt for a leftover box so I had to each the whole thing in one sitting.

I had to.

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News you can’t use.

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Useless and chuckle worthy is my goal.

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I must be part Labrador… because all this extra weight I’m carrying can’t be my fault.

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What a deal.

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I can’t say I’ve ever had any great desires to visit Detroit… but now I kind of do.

Singing pork products are hard to find.

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And so it begins…

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Someone probably did, but I’m guessing it wasn’t this guy.

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If ever there was a reason to drink.

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After spending an hour here…

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I needed to spend two hours here.

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At the bar of one of our favorite restaurants.

Though this sangria was a tad disappointing…

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The thyme and temp martini and crabmeat arancini appetizer more than made up for it.

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Sicilian Table in Falmouth, home to the fabulous fish.

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And a Wagyu filet in burgundy glaze for the husband.

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Shrimp and scallop lemon risotto for me.

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Tiramisu with brandy soaked cherries?

It almost made me forget how much money we have to pay the IRS.

Almost…

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Beer, food and a decision I just can’t seem to make.

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Because we never pass up an opportunity to do a flight.

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Hobbs Tavern and Brewery.

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The Two and Two white stout was delightful.

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Broccoli cheese soup and a pomegranate margarita to start for me.

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Husband had a yummy bacon wrapped herby meatloaf.

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And I had a great turkey club with cranberry mayo.

On the furniture fabric home front… we’ve narrowed it down to this accent pattern but can’t decide between solids for the couches.

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In certain conditions the light is too light.

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In others, the dark is too dark.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten couldn’t care less.

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But I’m leaning towards the light.

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Strawberries. They’re not just for daiquiris anymore…

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I’m not a big baker but I do make fruit bread now and then. Banana bread, apple bread… I’ve even made blueberry bread. But up until now I’d never made strawberry bread.

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And while I can’t say it’s my favorite…

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It wasn’t half bad either.

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I used the vanilla extract but next time I think I’d try almond for a touch more flavor.

I also had to add a bit of water to the glaze, it was too pasty their way.

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No! Not the cheese…..

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Every day we’re bombarded with terrible news.

School shootings, plane crashes, natural disasters, war…. but this article I read the other day might be the one to push me over the proverbial edge.

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And it’s more serious than having an uncanny resemblance to our funky window insulation.

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Read on for some truly horrible news.

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Say it isn’t so!

I love Camembert, Brie and Blue….

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This isn’t bad news, it’s catastrophic.

My world will not be the same without the soft ripened loveliness of a creamy Brie or the pungent marbled goodness of blue.

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News you can’t use.

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Because I’m helpful that way.

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Considering the decided lack of, I can’t say this surprises me.

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Heck, we do it for our dogs, why not ourselves?

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Oh sure, pay big bucks and end up with a week in beautiful downtown Cartagena. Don’t forget to pack your bulletproof vest.

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I’d be 103, so probably not.

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That’s the stupidest thing I’ve seen in a while, and I do these posts every week.

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Good question.

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Seems like the father of our country was the original thigh master.

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I don’t know about you but alcohol affects my workout this way…

Choices :

1. Go to the gym

2. Go to happy hour and drink $5 margaritas.

The choice is clear.

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The blog where I eat tilefish and am completely underwhelmed.

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After an interesting but not nearly long enough tour of Fort Sumter, we disembarked the ferry and spotted a resort with a highly recommended restaurant called the Fish House.

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Arriving at 4:00pm since we’d skipped lunch…

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We had the place to ourselves for a short while and moseyed up to the bar.

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One Harborview with Cathead Honeysuckle Vodka, Lemon Simple Syrup, Prosecco, and fresh basil in… things were looking good.

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The view on one side was the USS Yorktown… which I wanted to tour but with only an hour before it closed and $100 for two tickets the husband said no. He’s lived on those ships and had no desire to pay to see another.

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Low country shrimp appetizer? Yummy.

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A Siren’s Mule with Mount Gay Rum, Ginger Beer, Lemon Simple Syrup, Mint Leaf, Lime and Blue Curacao?

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Even better.

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We had to laugh at the menu typo and passed on the She Carb soup.

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Husband had the lobster ravioli which he said was wonderful and silly me… who thought since I was down south I should try local seafood… ordered the tilefish.

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Word of advice – do not order the tilefish.

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The sauce? Flavorful. The risotto? Creamy. The charred lemon broccoli? Perfect.

The tilefish?

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I think this fish made out of actual tile in the rest room would have tasted better.

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This one as well.

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Yup. Those too.

Lesson learned? If you don’t know what it is, don’t order it.

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Bad fish aside, it was a nice place.

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It must have been because we stayed until after dark and the beast of a Lincoln was lighting our way when we left.

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At least we had good timing for some beautiful Charleston skies on the way back.

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News you can’t use.

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Because I’m helpful that way.

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This is a bridge too far. Seats have gotten smaller, food disappeared, we’re charged for baggage and extra leg room and there are more added fees than my phone bill. Now they want to weigh me? Screw you Finnair. If I want to visit Finland I’ll fly to Sweden first and drive. They invented the smorgasbord and don’t care how much I weigh.

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I’m sorry, but this is not news in my house.

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I would expect no less from New Jersey. It is home to the Sopranos after all.

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*Groan*

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This type of thing drives me nuts. I understand language is a living breathing entity that grows and must change with the times. When new technology is added to our world? Sure.. include it. But these entries?

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No.

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Easy peasy chicken dinner.

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Want an absolutely fool proof easy chicken dinner?

Here it is.

Two large bone in, skin on breasts. Admittedly, these were huge.

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Place in a large roasting pan with two inches of chicken broth. Bouillon cube based broth will work. Add 5 sections of celery, the upper half of the stalks with leaves. Season with paprika and parsley, Pat with butter.

Bake skin side up for 1/2 hour at 350, turn chicken over and bake for an hour and a half, basting a few times. If you like crispy skin, flip chicken over one more time and bake an additional 5 minutes.

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Remove celery and thicken gravy.

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Seen here served with garlic mashed red potatoes and honey glazed carrots.

Husband likes to eat the soggy celery, I don’t.

A simple satisfying meal.

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