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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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Payback.

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I spent 5 hours following my husband from store to store looking for a new weed whacker last week.

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Don’t believe the people who tell you men hate to shop. When he’s looking for a new toy for himself? My guy will shop until I drop. We hit at least 7 different lawn and garden sections and then went back to the very first place we stopped so he could buy the very first one he saw.

And then?

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The man who owns a giant zero turn tractor and four push mowers… yes, four. Two of them self propelled. … started looking at new push mowers.

For me.

The person who doesn’t want one.

It was at that point I said enough… and made him take me for a nice late lunch.

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A fresh blueberry mojito was a good way to start.

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Every time I see this old tool art installation I want my husband to do something like it in the man cave.

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And every time, he says no.

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To start… it was butternut squash soup for the husband and some fabulous dry rub barbecue shrimp for moi.

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A basil limeade later?

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An amazing Bolognese with fresh pasta and a lamb, beef and pork ragu. It was so good I didn’t even notice what the husband ate.

Well worth 5 hours of tool shopping.

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Random nonsense.

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Because there’s so much of it.

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12 feet of kale?

I’m going to have nightmares about that.

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After cleaning and organizing the closet in our master bath, I figure it will be a while before I need to buy certain products. 4 bottles of toothpaste, 6 bottles of Bath and Body Works lotion, 7 sticks of deodorants and 15 bars of soap of later I realized I may need to organize more often.

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Best. Display. Container. Ever.

Or worst. It’s a tough call.

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Even bees need bouncers.

Who knew?

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Let’s play.

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You don’t have to, but where’s the fun in that?

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I don’t drink coffee, so that’s easy to give up.

Sugar? I could pull my sweet tooth if I had to.

Pasta? That would be hard, but okay.

Cheese? I’m not sure life would be worth living, but if I have to choose…

I’m going to cling to my bread.

The crusty French loaves, the sourdough, the potato rolls, the honey wheat, the brioche, the cornbread, the biscuits, the pumpernickel!

Give me a pound of butter and a knife? I’m good.

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Yes. That could be me.

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How about you…

What couldn’t you give up?

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Creative baking.

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Do you like to bake cookies?

Chocolate chip? Oatmeal raisin? Snickerdoodles?

In Portugal they’ll do you one better.

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Or worse depending on your point of view.

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Nothing says festive like rows of penis garland.

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Edible penis prayers? If that doesn’t get you to church nothing will.

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Because when you think of Christianity… aren’t phalluses the first thing that comes to mind?

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Underground pecker pastry.

Black market todger trading.

Ah, Portugal. Clinging to their John Thomases for centuries.

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