Mrs. Blan (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} stephaniebird) wrote,@ 2008-07-17 11:51:00 |
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Well, I have returned from the Maine-land. In fact, we came home about forty-eight hours ago, but let's stop right there, because I'd hate for you to hear about the disaster we encountered upon our return. Let's talk vacay instead.
Too much to remember here, but there was really good food to be had. There was a trip on a boat to a little island for clambakes and raspberrying. There was that annual dinner at the best Thai restaurant in the world. Many Italians were consumed at Amato's. An anniversary party was thrown for N & me by my mom. There was a drive on the Kancamangus highway to view the White Mtns of New Hampshire (and more [covert] raspberrying), there was a Moxie parade. There was parading around Portland. A trip to Popham Beach. Meeting up with friends I haven't seen since 1999 and 1988. Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream. Visiting with another friend, The Goat Cheese Lady. Regarding my sixteen-month-old nephew in awe as he communicates so effectively with such a sparse vocabulary.
Hauling home six pounds of honey. In a glass mason jar. In my suitcase. Yup.
To ease the shock of our return, after a full day at work yesterday, N and I met up to dine at the Cellar Bistro and splurged on a very lovely dinner. We began with bruschetta (so much!) and a spicy sangiovese, then moved on to salads. He had salmon with a mustard dill sauce and asparagus, polenta. I had chicken slow-cooked with prunes, capers, brown sugar, and other delights. There were some so-so carrots and lovely roasted potatoes. We had glasses of pinot noir. There was another menu I might want to try on another visit. You make your own little plate by choosing various cheeses, breads, nuts & olives, vegetables, and condiments. The owner of the joint worked the bar and brought us our wines in tiny carafes. He was very pleasant and attentive, focused on bringing natural, healthy cooking to the area: no preservatives, lots of local produce, cheeses & meats, organic when possible, no microwave on the premises. Yes, my kind of place.
Too much to remember here, but there was really good food to be had. There was a trip on a boat to a little island for clambakes and raspberrying. There was that annual dinner at the best Thai restaurant in the world. Many Italians were consumed at Amato's. An anniversary party was thrown for N & me by my mom. There was a drive on the Kancamangus highway to view the White Mtns of New Hampshire (and more [covert] raspberrying), there was a Moxie parade. There was parading around Portland. A trip to Popham Beach. Meeting up with friends I haven't seen since 1999 and 1988. Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream. Visiting with another friend, The Goat Cheese Lady. Regarding my sixteen-month-old nephew in awe as he communicates so effectively with such a sparse vocabulary.
Hauling home six pounds of honey. In a glass mason jar. In my suitcase. Yup.
To ease the shock of our return, after a full day at work yesterday, N and I met up to dine at the Cellar Bistro and splurged on a very lovely dinner. We began with bruschetta (so much!) and a spicy sangiovese, then moved on to salads. He had salmon with a mustard dill sauce and asparagus, polenta. I had chicken slow-cooked with prunes, capers, brown sugar, and other delights. There were some so-so carrots and lovely roasted potatoes. We had glasses of pinot noir. There was another menu I might want to try on another visit. You make your own little plate by choosing various cheeses, breads, nuts & olives, vegetables, and condiments. The owner of the joint worked the bar and brought us our wines in tiny carafes. He was very pleasant and attentive, focused on bringing natural, healthy cooking to the area: no preservatives, lots of local produce, cheeses & meats, organic when possible, no microwave on the premises. Yes, my kind of place.
