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As promised, I tried the magic batter recipe.
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And because I’m a weirdo, filmed myself trying to mix it with one hand while holding my phone with the other.
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Not sure I’d call it magic, but the batter was certainly… frothy.
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And it was definitely the easiest thing I’ve ever made.
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Pineapple angel food cake.
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Not overly magical.
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But tasty all the same.
Thus was sweet enough for me without frosting, but you do you.
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Maine has a lot of agricultural fairs every autumn and over the years we’ve visited quite a few. Farmington was one we’d never hit so last week we drove west.
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This county’s fair is relatively small and focuses heavily on community involvement. Prize winning pumpkins and homemade jams were in the forefront.
As were school children’s projects.
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You have to admit this one made a valid point.
There was an entire upper floor devoted to quilt, knitting, photography and art contests. There was also a large sign stating fair volunteers did not judge or pick the winners. I though that was odd until I saw some of the winners…
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I wouldn’t want to be blamed for that either.
As we stepped out of the expo building, food.
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I was disappointed not to order a fresh lemonade from the giant lemon concession stand, but alas it was closed.
I did score my favorite go to the fair treat though.
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Fried dough with cinnamon and powdered sugar. You only eat these things at the fair and you really can’t explain why… but damn. It was good.
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Inexplicably there were multiple fried pickle stands, all boasting to be the biggest and most famous. Bypassing those we wandered around until we found something that wasn’t battered and deep fried and settled on a picnic table with our wraps to enjoy the show.
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Not being twang loving blue grass fans, we ate our lunch and left our seats to those more in tune with the genre.
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Has anyone tried this recipe?
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I just bought the two ingredients and will report back if it’s truly magical.
Have you ever laughed at your spouse/significant other for being horticulturally challenged? I did the other day when we visited a friend and my husband asked if I had any of these bushy plants in our garden.
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Uh, no… but it is legal here now.
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Remember the photos I posted of that fantastic sunset we had before the recent hurricane? Take note of the giant ice cream cone trash can on the left and read the town’s FB page the day after the storm
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We take our ice cream seriously up here.
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A support pickle?
I just can’t…
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Though my husband isn’t crazy about their food, I finally wore him down enough for another evening at one of my favorite cocktail bars, The Blind Pig.
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Located in downtown Gardiner…
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In a lovely old brick building…
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With a terraced outdoor seating section…
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We made straight for the bar… because that’s where the magic happens. The Pig’s cocktail list is epic and changes with the seasons. I started with a pear mojito because it’s my go to there and never disappoints.
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Luckily the salmon baked in parchment paper with roasted fingerlings and asparagus tickled my spouse’s tastebuds so much he agreed to rethink his previous Blind Pig ban.
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I had a yummy lamb bolognese, and because we were sitting under a pig wearing a pink cowboy hat…
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A blackberry lavender margarita as well.
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Dessert was homemade lemon blueberry cake…
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Which the husband didn’t like and I was forced to finish by myself.
Oh. The hardships I endure for love…
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Something interesting happened in Ocean Shores, Washington recently….
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But I see absolutely nothing unbelievable about it.
The store was full of candy and the door was open. What’s a deer to do?
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A customer came in shortly after and scared him off… but not before he taste tested the buttered popcorn taffy.
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You tend to attract more than sparrows.
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And while I think this is a Coopers Hawk…
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I know he’s looking for a nice fat juicy dove for breakfast.
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It’s never easy to watch, but he has to eat too.
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And birds of prey are such glorious graceful creatures…
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❤️
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Never let it he said the wild critters at Casa River are underfed.
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Talk about a chonk!
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Winter hibernation will be a breeze this year.
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We have stinky visitors every night.
(Pardon the picture quality, I was shooting through a window in the dark)
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Thankfully they rarely spray each other and reserve their perfume for the raccoons or fox who get too close.
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But when I flip the deck light on and see four of the little striped darlings jostling each other for access to food?
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I want to holler tails down please!
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And enjoy a scent free evening.
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In case I don’t say it often enough, I love my little Maine town.
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Keep your boring lost dogs and cats, we have befuddled bovines.
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And free flowers.
Is it any wonder we love living here?
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Bored by sitting in a doctor’s office waiting room the other day I scrolled my phone and stumbled on a stupid “What would a Barbie from your state look like?” site.
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Maine Barbie goes hiking… in a mini skirt with perfectly coiffed hair.
I’ve been hiking in Maine. Trust me, women do not look like this.
On the other hand, they had my birth state of New Jersey down pat.
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Jersey Barbie has bling.. and attitude to spare.
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Yes, I’m posting about grapes.
But not just any grapes.
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Margarita grapes.
You’re welcome.
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I opened up a dozen eggs the other day and found this….
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One extremely odd looking specimen.
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After posting the weirdo on FB, I was told by my chicken people it could have been laid by an old or heat stressed bird.
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To he honest I was surprised it made it into the dozen container at all.
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It seems like a prime opportunity to hatch an Einstein chicken was lost…
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