Tag Archives: food

A nice surprise.

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The husband and I tried a relatively new restaurant/pub last week.

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And from the quality of their cocktails, I see a return trip in our future.

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The snow covered cranberry was delightful.

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As was the gin sipper, but it was this sign that got my husband’s attention.

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Now that’s a great idea, and clearly quite popular.

When our spinach flatbread appetizer came out to the table without the aforementioned spinach? The owner immediately came over and said a replacement was being made which he would box up for us take home, free. As was the fabulous error flatbread we were already halfway through. And when he saw my husband’s USMC hat? The beer was free as well. I could get used to this place.

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A fried haddock sandwich with dill aioli and a harvest salad with blackened chicken later, we were replete. After tipping large and dropping $10 on the bar to pay for a couple of veteran’s beers later… we walked out past this.

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Clearly there’s a history of service at this restaurant/pub.

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And while I’m not a religious person, I do appreciate the honor paid to our veterans.

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Sad animal facts, the reboot.

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When I bought this calendar I thought it would be rife with blog fodder, but sadly… it’s not sad enough and I’ve had to wait an entire month for a worthy example.

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So after a long absence, I bring you the fly.

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I’m sure Jeff Goldblum didn’t have this problem.

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Next up is mice.

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Eat twenty times a day and still keep my girlish figure? Where do I sign up..

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Holy cannoli!

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If you know me, you know I’d walk a mile for a good cannoli. (Okay, who are we kidding… with my bad knee? I’d drive, but that didn’t sound nearly as dramatic.)

And now? It looks like I’ll have to drive an hour.

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Yes boys and girls, it’s true. A small Italian market in Portland will now be carrying Modern Pastry’s ever so scrumptious tubular slices of heaven.

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Mike’s? Don’t even bother, it’s Modern all the way.

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There’s a reason Clemenza chose pastry over firepower, and trust me… it’s Modern.

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Dipped shell, Chantilly cream filling with chocolate chips. Be still my heart.

❤️

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News you can’t use, the question edition.

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This week, my headlines were full of questions….. and I’m counting on you to provide some answers.

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I once ate a chocolate covered grasshopper. Unknowingly, because I was a child at my father’s office party and the buffet table that was laden with caviar, oysters and foie gras held absolutely no appeal. I saw chocolate. I ate chocolate. I was immediately sorry and spit the crunchy chocolate into a napkin. When I saw the chocolate had legs? I may have screamed. Needless to say that was the last Wall Street brokerage firm party I ever attended.

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This must be a trick question. It contends that people acquire whiskey and fail to drink it. This does not compute.

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I have to admit I’ve never thought about this….. but damn. I’m hoping my brain dies with me. The thought that I’ll be navigating the afterlife without one while my brain is still here contemplating the mysteries of life (The Yeti… missing link or just Nick Nolte after a particularly rough weekend? Justin Bieber…. they say he’s Canadian, but I’m thinking alien life form. Jimmy Hoffa… is he really dead, or just kicking back in Boca enjoying the early bird special at Golden Corral? ) is quite troubling.

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Tough call, right?

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Of icicles and emus.

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A melting and refreezing winter means ice. And ice means icicles.

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I don’t know why, but this one downspout on the edge of our garage always puts on a show.

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A few years back we measured it at four and a half feet. Of course come spring, all that melting and freezing will yield this:

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And that’s not nearly as much fun.

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I still haven’t discovered where the local emus are hiding, but from the price of those eggs I’m thinking maybe we should start raising them. $15 a pop? Yikes!

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News you can’t use.

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What passes for news these days is beyond ridiculous.

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I neither know nor care what the Rock eats for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. However, if you find a chunk of quartz that eats three squares a day? Now there’s an article I’ll read.

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Hold on… what?

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There you have it. Proof you can earn a living wage without a college education.

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When the headline promises to reveal the number one ice cream in the US? I pay attention. But damn, look how small that container is.

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That’s not my normal type of pint, but with flavors like that I’d be sorely tempted to switch.

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No, I really won’t. Cut flowers are lovely but I will not be sharing my Grey Goose with a bouquet of tulips anytime soon.

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Odds and ends.

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Mainers. We’re known for being down to earth no nonsense folk. Frugal? You betcha. So with gas prices on the rise? I wouldn’t be surprised to see more of this alternative form of transportation my friend photographed at the beach the other day.

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It may be slower, but it’s certainly green.

Now how fun is this? Real life Dr. Seuss furniture!

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There was big news in my town today.

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Moxie is back! Introduced in 1876 and still going strong, it’s an acquired taste you either love or hate. Think bitter herbal medicine meets Coca Cola. As the old saying goes, it will put hair on your chest.

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My mind is officially blown.

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