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With thanks to Martin who knows about my life long aversion to kale.
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This does not surprise me, not one little bit.
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Heck, I cry if forced to eat kale, why shouldn’t they?
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Clearly my mother never ate that noxious weed while pregnant.
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Though she did have a fondness for alcohol, which explains a lot.
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I’ve been waking up in the morning to completely empty bird feeders, which is odd because I refill them every evening. Usually this means the deer are back… but we’ve only seen one or two wandering around lately. Then last night, I flipped on the light at 10:00pm.
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Busted!
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The seed thief caught in the act.
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If you think those pudgy raccoons aren’t limber, I’ve got news for you …
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They can shimmy up and down poles as well as a squirrel and hang by two feet at will.
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Excuse the poor quality pics, I was shooting through the window.
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When Fatso finished emptying the feeders, he plopped down on the ground with the skunks.
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Who were none to happy to share and gave him their business ends.
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Cute little masked devils.
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I think we’ve previously established I love the newly discovered Blind Pig.
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Their cocktail list can not be beat and I’m trying my damnedest to work my way through it before the fall rewrite.
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Pear mojito? Sorry… I drank it too quickly to get a photo.
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Candy apple margarita? Yes please.
But then it happened.
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My spinach artichoke dip? Dry and tasteless.
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The husband’s riblet appetizer? Tough, fatty and bland.
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Even the comical shirt worn by this waitress couldn’t take the sting out of bad food.
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My lemon pepper baked haddock was nice, though the addition of squash chunks in the risotto left a lot to be desired.
But my husband has never been thrilled with this establishment’s menu, and I fear the era of his making do because I love the cocktails has reached its conclusion .
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This tomato bisque was the last straw. It had smokey bacon and some weird spice mixture that totally turned my other half off. I knew it was coming, but when he said he wasn’t in any hurry to return?
Oh! The horror!
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I slowly savored one last blackberry bramble and silently prayed I could change his mind.
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Some things naturally go together. Cookies and milk? Of course. Macaroni and cheese? You know it. Gin and tonic? I’ll bring the limes, cheers!
But fast food and shoes?
No.
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Clearly Madison Avenue was on a 6 martini lunch that day.
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And if that’s not stupid enough?
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Crocs – Ugliest. Shoe. Ever.
And I live in Maine, home of the L.L. Bean boot.
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KFC Crocs?
For the love of God, why.
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I haven’t seen our nemesis …Momma red squirrel… for a few weeks now. This always makes me nervous, because when she disappears? I know she’s laying low, gathering her forces and plotting her next home invasion.
But after seeing this?
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Maybe I need to rethink my strategy.
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Yes, the beer and atmosphere at Ebenezer’s were fun… as witnessed by this quirky piece of art hanging over our table.
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But clearly that poor creature never sampled the menu. No one could go away hungry here.
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Second green Belgian beer on board, we ordered appetizers .
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I didn’t go with the real R.I. shit, but the coconut shrimp were divine.
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The husband’s usual French onion soup was anything but with a plethora of cheesy bread and rich deep broth.
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Second beer gone, I switched over to a frozen strawberry margarita bursting with fresh fruit.
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And eyed the probably quite appropriate ladies room sign.
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Our meal? It was spectacular.
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Two perfectly cooked juicy herb marinated chicken breasts with roasted vegetables made my mouth sing. And the small bowl on the top left? Not a roll, but a potato croquette with gravy. Weird, but delightful.
The large salad came with my husband’s choice…
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Pan seared scallops and lobster over sherried buttered cream corn. In a word? Fabulous.
No, you don’t want to know what the bill totaled. Suffice it to say my wallet screamed… and as much as I loved our experience, I have to admit it’s a good thing we don’t live closer. Temptation could bankrupt us quickly.
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We’ve had some much needed, glorious rain lately and though another leak has sprung in the continuing nightmare that is our roof…. don’t ask, I’m too disgusted to talk about it ….. our once brown lawn is green again.
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With just a hint of leaves starting to turn in the background.
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I’m wondering how vibrant the autumn show will be this year due to the long summer drought. Fingers are crossed.
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So true I had to share.
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Asparamancer?
It’s official, I’ve heard everything now.
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It won’t strain your brain, I promise.
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I love how’s there’s nothing unequivocal here. When, not if. Yay for me.
What will I never stop eating?
I won’t say burgers…. because there will always be wagyu beef.
I won’t say pizza… because there will always be artisanal pies with truffles.
So I’ll go with one of my guilty, rarely admitted pleasures.
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I confess, I’m all about the San Francisco treat. When the husband is away or eating elsewhere? I’ve been known to simmer up a package and eat the whole thing in one sitting.
But I do add freshly steamed broccoli, I’m not a heathen.
How about you… What aren’t you giving up after your bank account expands?
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We ducked into Damariscotta Lake State Park recently for a quick picnic lunch. It was on the way to the motorcycle repair shop and we were hungry.
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Take out Italians always taste better by a body of water.
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Being after Labor Day we had the place pretty much to ourselves which was sweet.
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Bye bye tourists.
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I know we need your money, but it really is much nicer without you.
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I’m a woman.
I love jewelry.
These statements are accurate. So while Facebook’s purchase suggestion was correct in theory, it was a tad off when it came to style.
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And when it came to shoes ?
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While I did appreciate the bottle opener feature, I tend to draw the line at astroturf footwear.
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Hmm… I didn’t know I wanted this either.
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But now I kind of do….
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