Our dear dear friend Jenn Pitt came to visit this week, and the goal was to give her a real Taste of Maine.
She arrived late Thursday evening. It’s a family tradition of sorts to make roast chicken the first night of a visit, and so I did.A Roast Chicken dinner opens its arms to you, it’s comforting, calming and homey, perfect after a day of travel.
I used Jody William’s method in the Buvette Cookbook and it’s mine now… I think letting it sit a room temp for a hour is key, though would make most germaphobes go completely apoplectic. It was fragrant & crispy & juicy.
For starters we had Proscuitto & Peaches and a nice runny Goat Brie from Canada.
I know my pie was spectacular because my husband asked if he could bring it to work, and he never asks.
We decided that the weekend was all about our faux Bon Appetit photo spread:
“A Long Week-End in Mid Coast Maine”
We weren’t sure if we could find enough -chic-ly shabbily well dressed attractive ethnically diverse people with tattoos and adorable tow headed children, much less a herd of dwarf goats or at least an interesting dog but we would do our best to get some good food pics in.
We set off on an adventure in town, first stop was the Farmers Market. I found a Bocce Set on the local yard sale facebook page, and I was meeting up with the lady at the market. My husband was on a Bocce League in Philadelphia and I know he misses playing. It was all very small town and charming. Also we pet some lovely bunnies.
We had few goals for the day, but one of which was to find egg cups & forks, a suitable “Bon Appetit” type outing…
Our first stop was Wyler’s & Local.
I’ve not stepped foot inside Local since my time working there.
I really like Sylvia & Sharon, so I feel healed enough from the experience and now I can go buy good cheese & freshly sliced pancetta. (oh & Weck jars). I would much rather shop there than work there. I’d rather shop anywhere than work period, lets be honest.
Making our way down Maine Street, we stopped at few touristy places so Jenn could buy lobster shaped stuff to bring back to Philly. Then it was off the Old Mill to go antiquing.
We touched a lot of things and bought nothing, mostly because there were no egg cups or forks to be found (there were lots of butter knives though). Also I may or may not have broken a large and unwieldy barrel type thing.
Since it had been like 3 hours since we last ate it was time to refuel with a drink and a snack at Frontier.
We split a cheese plate with fresh goat cheese, salami, olives & grainy mustard. I had a Prosecco & Jenn had a fabulous cocktail. I abstained mostly because I was wearing a white dress and I tend to spill.
Our goal was 3:30 Happy Hour at Enoteca Athene, so we only had 1 drink each. On the way to Happy Hour we stopped at The Gelato Fiasco so Jenn could charge her phone.
She had a small Wild Blueberry Crisp, and I sampled 5 different gelatos without getting any. Jenn didn’t want to try them so I dutifully took over for her, I was particularly fond of the Coconut and the Chocolate Orange Straciatella.
FINALLY it was 3:30 and we went to Happy Hour!
We got a bottle of Sparkling Rose from Greece that was pretty good, my only ish was they were out of the wine we wanted so the bartender suggested an alternative which she said was only $24 and it was happy hour so half off so I thought it was going to be $12, she meant it was $48 and $24 at Happy Hour. Oh Well.
Randi met us for a drink, and my husband came by after work.
We had a few snacks.. the best of which was Bone Marrow Butter… the Skordalia was meh…but I don’t love Mashed Potatoes hot , so I wasn’t expecting to care for cold garlicky mashed potatoes. The Bone Marrow Butter was terrific though…we saved half for dinner later.
Yes we had more eating to do.
Apres Happy Hour it was off to the Farm to pick up our Farm Share and hang out with our newest friends The Pigs. We love love love The Pigs. Last week my husband accidentally punched one in the face.
It turns out the fence was electric and when he reached over to feed the pig a carrot his elbow hit the rope, he got shocked, his arm jerked and he punched/shocked the pig. He probably should have asked Farmer Seth if the fence was electric and not me. What do I know from pig fences? I’m from Manhattan for God’s sake.
Anyway no one died and there was an ever so faint smell of bacon in the air, and now when Farmer Seth sees us near the pigs he quickly walks over to supervise.
We pet them and scratched them behind the ears and let the snurffle our hands with their big wet noses. One pig gave himself a shock leaning his butt on the fence , but this time we had nothing to do with it.
After picking Flowers and Herbs we were off to Freeport to pick up Dinner.
Oysters & Steaks.
It’s possible that by the end of Friday we had all contracted Gout.
Saturday was Lobster & Clam Day.
First,we went to the Saturday Farmers Market for corn for the Lobster Bake and tomatoes for Sunday Dinner Party. We grabbed some Iced Coffee and a Pretzel Logic Cheddar Pretzel, and I pet lots of different dogs.
Then it was off to Portland for a few errands. One of which was to the Portland Public Market… which contrary to it’s web presence touting framers from around the state and cheese shop with over 300 types of cheeses, no longer exists. So we did a bit of shopping, Jenn got a fabulous clutch and I got new sunglasses & 2 shirts for my husband. Then we went to Trader Joes and bought all the wine.
Then the fun part of the day… Fat Boys, Bailey Island and Lobstermen.
We drove to the end, Land’s End to be exact to forage seaweed for our Lobster Bake.
Then to Glen’s for Lobster’s … I love doing this, you go to the dock and signal to the Lobster men how many lobsters you want, then they pull out a big cage from under the water and boat your lobsters over to you.
This was the first time I did it without my husband, and I was a bit nervous that there was some secret handshake or something … but there wasn’t and all was well. 8 lobsters $39 –love Maine!.
When we got home we needed a bit of rest.. which we did until I “lost” my phone. In a panic, we ran around looking for it… calling everywhere we’d been. Then Jenn found it, it the fridge, in the bag with the Lobsters… clearly they had stolen my phone and were planning an escape.
The adrenaline rush from the crisis woke us up and it was time for happy hour.
Thankfully the daily rain ended, and then the second double rainbow of the week popped up.
Our Stove Top Lobster Bake was AMAZING!!!!
After clean up we inaugurated our fire pit.
And had a few bourbons on the rocks…the ideal fireside drink.
And of course S’Mores… with Chocolate Espresso Cookies, Speculoos Cookies & Dark Chocolate with Ginger.
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I got up super early on Sunday to Make Lobster Chili Oil for our Dinner Party later in the day.
Then we all piled in the car, Me, Husband, Jenn & Babe of Brew and drove an hour to Rockport for Brunch at Salt Water Farm.
First I will say that it was gorgeous and the food was terrific… though service was not the strong point, the food and the view are worth it, as long as you are in a relaxed mood..
While we were drinking our Bloodies we were joking around about our “Bon Appetit” spread and how Bon Appetit Salt Water Farm is and just playing around. The lady at the table next to us must thought we were with the magazine. She was sooo eavesdropping! She turned her chair to better hear what we were saying…and kept trying to talk to us, sort of like making mm hmm faces as though she were part of the conversation.
We kind of ignored her and she went back to flashing about the Sunday NYTimes & her 8 carat emerald cut diamond. Her husband was a total cock. I shall call him Cockface Fucktard McAsshattington III, and which may very well have been his real name.
He yelled at the server, twice… yelled! Raised his voice in the same manner that one would speak to a bad dog…if one was a total douchebag.
The restaurant seemed to have an issue with beverages, specifically delivering them to the table while there was food on the table…but no need to yell or to leave $2 on what was probably a $40 check. Anyway we totally over compensated and I think left our server like a 45% tip at the end.
Our Breakfast was DELICIOUS!!!!
Not Pictured…but amaze-balls.Vegetables & Farm Egg in Chicken Broth tuscan kale, farro, squash, turnips, and crouton
Apres Brunch we did some wine tasting at Savage Oakes & Sweet Grass..
Then we sped home for our 5:30 BOCCE Party!
Randi & John from next door came by, so did our Pretzel Logic Pals.
We played a very convoluted messed up game of bocce/petanque.
But of course we ate well….
Dinner time: Spaghetti with Lobster, Sungolds & Gunaciale… pictures hence forth are a bit blurry there was much much much wine consumed.
Fruit, Cookies & Rhubarb Cordials for Dessert
Jenn & I went to the beach….
Had lunch by the Marina in Bath..
For our last supper we had Mussels cooked in Beer with leftover Smoked Sausage from the Lobster Bake
And a Mushroom Pizza with lots of leftover Cheeses, Truffles, Chantrelles & Chicken of the Woods Mushrooms.
We sat in the backyard and watched the Super Moon.
It was a good week… and we were sad to see Jenn return to Philly.