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We have snow, then rain and ice and more rain.
Our lawn is white, our lawn is green.
The poor deer never know what they’re waking up to these days.
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So we put out a few bowls of grain for our resident herd.
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Placement is key.
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Put the bowls too close together like my husband did and the buck will kick you out of the way.
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Before he settles in for a nosh.
❤️
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A friend of mine took this picture at Old Orchard Beach last week after a bizarre mass wash up of clams.
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Was it the storm?
The earthquake?
The (then future) eclipse?
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I don’t know.
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But they were all still alive and I’m guessing lots of local residents had chowder that night.
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I live in Maine.
I like winter, cold weather and snow.
I do not like the warming trend and temperatures that now fluctuate during storms.
And I most definitely do not like ice.
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Where’s Sharon Stone when you need her?
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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