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Random backyard nature and some soup.

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Now that the apple tree (I didn’t plant but grows better than those I do) is spreading it’s branches we have more squirrels coming to visit our feeders.

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We have a wide open backyard and they prefer tree cover for safety. Like this hefty momma hanging out on the garden bed border.

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What a chonk!

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This my friend, is the perfect bowl of chowder. Found at the Freeport Cafe, an unassuming little place on Route 1.

Thick, rich, creamy and loaded with clammy goodness. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Driving along Maine’s back roads you never have to wonder where the rednecks live.

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They tend to leave their calling card.

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Smaller than the pileated, but still pretty.

He’s called the Red Bellied Woodpecker. Though I never have figured out why.

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Motivational posters and still more pickles.

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I have a few Facebook friends who share nothing but motivational posters.

No family photos. No vacation albums. No silly animal videos.

Just these.

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Most of them are pretty.

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Some of them are cute.

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Okay, you got me. That one makes perfect sense.

And while I’m sure my friends mean well spreading their words of wisdom, I’ve never been a motivational/self help type of girl. I don’t read the books, I don’t cross stitch the sayings on pillows.

My idea of good advice runs more along these lines.

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Kind of the anti motivational motivation.

It’s just how I roll.

And in case you were wondering? My pickle algorithm is alive and well.

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No, they’re not.

Trust me on this.

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She’s back!

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Yes, I’m still bird nerding out that a female pileated woodpecker has found our backyard .

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Two sightings in twenty years and now twice in one week.

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Woot!

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Needless to say I’m making sure that particular feeder is always full in case she drops by.

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A bag fills the cylinder once with 1/4 left over, and I have to fill it every other day.

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Pricey, but worth it.

(Photo includes another of my coffee table metal sculptures since you seemed to like the hermit crab.)

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Tidbits

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It’s fiddlehead season and Mainers go absolutely nuts for this peculiar green.

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Basically they’re just new, unfurled fern fronds but people guard their harvest locations closely and take the secret to their grave.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is still demanding his morning coffee.

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Cats. They’re creatures of habits too.

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The sides of Maine’s highways are turning out to be perfect places for solar farms. Panels are popping up everywhere.

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In case you were wondering just how big the giant roof lobster on top of the restaurant that sells the giant lobster roll actually is.

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What more curd you ask?

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The husband and I have been on the road a lot lately, shuffling from nursing home to hospice and back again. This means a decided lack of cooking at Casa River and numerous meals have been eaten out. While I enjoy my favorite haunts and their prodigious cocktail mixing, sometimes you just have to suck it up and go full on diner.

We’ve hit a few good ones, a few bad ones and a few that offered up some extremely odd selections.

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Yes, I live in Maine. Yes, it’s close to Canada.

But no, I have never embraced the regional favorite known as poutine. As for a hunk of barbecue bologna may I just say…

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I don’t care what you cover them in… no.

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Leave my burger alone poutine!

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Thankfully diner desserts are usually more appealing.

Take this lemon blueberry cake with fresh blueberry lavender compote. It was so huge and rich I took it home and ate it for 3 straight days.

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If a little lobster is a good thing…

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Then the world’s largest lobster roll must be even better.

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The Taste of Maine is a family owned and operated coastal restaurant that’s been a staple for tourists for the past 45 years.

You might recognize it’s giant lobster from my previous posts.

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Yes, it really is that big.

What’s also big is the price tag for that super sized crustacean sandwich.

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You read correctly. $160 for what amounts to two pounds of lobster on a roll.

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No self respecting Maine native would ever order one or pay such a ridiculous price, but a week after they opened for the season they’d already sold quite a few….

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For that price you should get it any damn way you please.

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