Tag Archives: food

Mainers really hate Red’s.

August 23, 2021 Rivergirl 33 Comments

I stumbled on a rather odd Facebook group page the other day.

And while I doubt I’ll join, I can appreciate the sentiment.

Red’s Eats is a Wiscasset landmark, a popular tourist destination and a long running bone of contention for anyone who has to drive through the area. Locals laugh at the outta staters who stand on line for an hour for what is seriously sub par seafood. (And trust me, they’re all outta staters… no self respecting Mainer would pay $38 for a lobster roll.) But the reason behind the page and its flamboyant parade of finger waves are the atrocious traffic jams this silly little take out trailer produces. A drive through town that should take 3 minutes? Will sometimes take you 30.

So without further ado… I bring you the only appropriate thing to do should you happen to drive past Red’s Eats.

Look! They even have tee shirts.

🤣

P.S…. if you visit Maine and decide you have to try this universally loathed establishment? Please unfriend me first.

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Someone thought these were a good idea…

August 22, 2021 Rivergirl 31 Comments

Do I love a good baked potato? Of course… please pass the butter. But do I need someone’s face on my tater?

I definitely do not.

Best gift ever? Clearly some people don’t know how to shop.

Whaaaat?

Let’s wrap our minds around the idea of someone actually applying for a patent for water soluble panties in a can.

🥴

They’re right. I love cats… but I do not love that. Not even close.

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Cookies for the rest of us.

August 19, 2021 Rivergirl 23 Comments

I had to laugh at this advertisement the other day.

Interesting? Yes.

More attractive? Probably not.

But I can think of quite a few people who deserve this home baked treat.

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Random nonsense around the house…

August 16, 2021 Rivergirl 38 Comments

It’s a shame chokecherries are bitter and nearly impossible to eat…

Because our tree is just loaded with them this year.

But speaking of eating…. when your neighbors start dumping tons of veggies on your doorstep because no one ever grows a few zucchini? Try this:

Slice, dip in beaten egg, then Italian breadcrumbs, lightly fry in olive oil and serve with lemon herb aioli. Fabulous!

In other news, the turkeys are still here and my husband is still chasing them.

I’m laughing because he was about to lose his pants running after them. (Don’t tell him I posted this, I’d never hear the end of it.) And while I normally think the daily chasing is ridiculous as well as fruitless…. you’re not going to out stubborn a wild turkey …. those little bastards have eaten every single one of our blueberries this year. On all 7 bushes! And that means no blueberry pie, no blueberry coffee cake, no pancakes or muffins. Damn their feathered souls!

😡

I watched the White Sox beat the Yankees on the Field of Dreams the other night. (That’s Kevin Costner in the photo.) I’m an unapologetic sucker for that movie. Never been able to watch it without thinking of my father and crying like a baby.

If I’m ever in Iowa? I am damn sure going to Dyersville and walking through that corn.

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Damn him.

August 11, 2021 Rivergirl 28 Comments

Remember when I damned my SIL for bringing lobster to our get together last weekend? And then mentioned the pain of seeing leftover lobsters I can’t eat in the refrigerator?

Turns out that was nothing compared to watching my husband pick them….

( On the barn porch because Dudley was going absolutely insane )

And then cook them in my absolutely favorite way.

Lightly sautéed in butter.

Honestly? I was almost suicidal.

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Damn her!

August 5, 2021 Rivergirl 31 Comments

Last weekend we invited the husband’s 4 sisters who live in Maine to a barbecue/pool tournament/behold the majesty of the Barn Mahal man cave/ party. It was a good time… except for one dastardly deed. You see one of his sisters brought this:

After I specifically said we were grilling filet mignon… she had the audacity to contribute to the feast.

A dozen lobsters, fresh from the ocean that morning. Damn her rotten black soul!

I had to watch those succulent creatures being disbanded…

Dropped in the pot…. ( Only 2 inches of water please. We steam, not boil )

Covered with a lid ( And a brick. They tend to buck when dying. Hell, wouldn’t you? )

Oh, the horror!

The horror of watching everyone tuck into the delightful crustaceans I can no longer eat.

It was Hell. Pure, unadulterated Hell.

😫😫😫

The only pleasure I took was not being able to find our crackers and picks. Substitutions had to be made.

Good thing the tool box was close by.

The husband was schooled at the pool table by two of his sisters, which I thought was fitting punishment for consuming and enjoying lobster in front of his now allergic wife.

But once the party was over, the mess cleaned up and everyone went home… what was almost worse than watching everyone eat them?

Seeing the two leftover red beauties every time I opened the fridge the next day and knowing I couldn’t make a lobster roll.

Hell, I tell you.

It was Hell.

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Random drivel

August 5, 2021 Rivergirl 25 Comments

Because I never run out of drivel.

I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess most of those voters were male.

I followed this truck the other day and it made me smile. The Russians are coming? As long as they bring vodka and pelmeni I’m probably alright with that.