Feasts, Finales, Multiple Aquisitions and the Mating Rituals of Horseshoe Crabs

Friday it was POURING, buckets of rain, buckets of tears, had all those buckets comin’ through my ears, buckets of moonbeams in my hands…

The first thing that happened was my new Kitchenaid arrived, which was very exciting. It’s not as nice as the one I already have, so I decided to barter it for something (like a canoe or a washing machine or a smoker).

I put a post on my local yard sale facebook page, and proceeded to get pissed at a number of people on the site who were… well overly officious in that bureaucratic know-it-all-rulesy way, and  it reminded me of a scene on the West Wing (my all time favorite  TV show) when Donna explains the internet to Josh (who I loved despite his odd hairline)

I ventured out in the rain for a 2nd interview, which may have went well, but maybe it didn’t since it seems I was unexpected, we’ll see what happens. Met up with my sister-in-law for happy hour at my local spot Enoteca Athene…

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Lamb Rib w Hpiliti Sauce + a greek wine I can’t remember I think it started with an X
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Arancini
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Spanikopita Dip

Had some wine , had a delicious Lamb Rib, chatted up a total cutie patootie 22 year old bartender named Owen. And hatched the beginnings of a pie related plan…a good one.

Saturday morning we got up early to do our banking which is always such a pleasant experience, crazy but I love my bank! We cashed in $90 worth of change, which we decided was our fun money for the St. Johns Church Bazaar.

Then we went to Tess’s Market for a breakfast sandwich.

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Their Pizza is not so great, the crust really sucks,   but it is crammed floor to ceiling with some absolutely amazing wines, they have more German and Austrian wines than I’ve seen in a any wine shop, some beautiful French, Italian, Spanish wines, even a bottle or two if California Garage wines that I’ve read about but never seen in a store, wines from Washington State, form Oregon.  It’s hard to believe  a corner store cum not so great pizza place in a small town in Maine is home to such riches.

I’m learning that Maine will surprise you that way, there are  many unexpected treasures and pleasures.

It’s not all super expensive either, well some of it is but you can find a totally decent wine there in the $12-15 range.

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I don’t usually go for novelty bottles, but I just had too! It’s waiting for me to make a Alsatian Cassoulet.

They do make a surprisingly delicious breakfast sandwich.. which they roast in the pizza oven… it would have been perfect had they used better bread, but they use sort of a big split top New England hot dog roll. Next time I will remember to ask for salt, pepper & hot sauce.

We sat in the park next door, and ate our sandwiches, it smelled like wisteria, rain and green. All we heard was birdsong.

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The Swinging Bridge to Topsham

Then it was off to Portland Trader Joes for our monthly wine buy. We did pretty well, got a mixed case of wine + bottle of dry sherry + case of beer for ummm $84.00. None of it is fine wine but the $5 (!) german sparkling wine is a bit fruity but not too sweet and quite lovely for mimosas and it’s all really drinkable.

We needed some more adventure so we headed towards South Portland and Cape Elizabeth which is pretty swanky with beautiful homes.

We stopped at a yard sale, I got 4 silver lobster forks, a tiny silver plated ladle, a silver cheese spoon, 4 silver ice tea spoons, and large vintage tin (perfect for coffee beans), and tiny vintage typewriter ribbon tin, a small painted saucer perfect for my rings  and a white enamel bowl with blue edging, ubiquitous for this part of the country but I’ve always wanted one. My husband says its a chamber pot, maybe it is.

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This may once have been a chamber pot, but I think it is the perfect bowl for strawberries

How much did that all cost?  $7.. well actually $8 because I got really impatient with the inane line politics  that I gave them $8 to cover taxes so I could go. Would it have killed them to have a line for questions and a line to pay? There were 2 people and one register, I think that would make sense. Breathe…not in Philly or NYC… in Maine where people seem to have more time to stand on lines…..Breathe.

We saw signs saying “Lighthouse Open” so  we followed them to the Cape Elizabeth Lighthouse…it’s a public park and there were a lot of people around and it smelled like heaven, beach roses and ocean.

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I love the smell of these, like Roses + Cinnamon + Salt. I wish there was a perfume that smelled like these roses, wood smoke & ocean breezes.

Every time I am near the ocean I feel my soul lifting and re-setting. The whole time I lived in Philadelphia I ignored that part of myself, for some reason the Jersey Shore just didn’t do it for me  (LIB was ok) maybe it was the fact that there were huge fences around part of it but it just didn’t seem wild enough. Even Coney Island felt more ocean-y than Ocean City. I spent the first 11 years of my life at the beach, just long enough for it to get in my blood.

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As if the day could not get any better my husband and I had a date night at the town Bazaar, we had Sausages, Fried Dough &  Lemonade. We stopped in at the White Elephant where I got some more stuff:

Vintage cookie & candy tins, a crazy looking toothbrush holder, a brass pineapple, a white cotton hand embroidered runner, a 3 tier dessert stand with hand painted roses. My husband bought a bunch of records..including a Bag Pipe record and an Edith Piaf 45.

I am embarrassed to say that I had a slight panic attack on the Ferris Wheel it was creaking in a way that made me uncomfortable so I got off after one revolution. I just didn’t want the last thing I heard before crashing to my untimely death to be C&C Music Factory’s Pump Up The Jam.

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Sunday we decided to make a feast for the Game of Thrones Finale… I chose a Dornish Theme in homage to Prince Oberyon of  House  Martell, at least my interpretation of such…ample flavors. luscious textures, saffron and feta and walnuts and meat on sticks…

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Hummus with Fried Chickpeas & Kalamata Olives, Persian Walnut, Yoghurt & Chard Dip, Homemade Laffa Bread, Saffron Arancini, Lamb Meatballs with Feta & Spinach
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Carrot with Pomegranate Molasses & Sesame seeds, Israeli CousCous w Pumpkin Seed Pesto & Sundried Tomato, Green Harissa Marinated Beef Kabobs, (unseen) Cucumber Scallion Mint salad.

 

Yesterday I found the perfect dining room table on Craigslist for $75. I almost can’t believe its real. We’re picking it up on Friday.

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To celebrate my good fortune, I decided to pick my fat ass up and go for a walk… my goal Wharton Point.. about 3 miles away, or maybe more, I wouldn’t know because the Nike Pedometer app did not work!

I left the house, @ 12:30 at around 12:32 three black flies decided to join me. I stopped talk to some sheep and picked up about 47 of the flies’ friends. They stuck with me for the next hour and a half. (I was strolling not power walking)

Finally I could see and smell the water over the next hill. Upon arrival discovered that it was still Horseshoe Crab mating time, there were maybe 100 horseshoe crabs getting busy by the shore. Its a beautiful spot and I cant remember the last time I was alone in nature, I needed it badly. There was a terrific Ocean-y breeze that took my fly friends away, leaving me to sit in peace.

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I met a great dog and a nice man and his son, we talked about growing up one the water, about the politics of clam digging, and the nature of dogs. I should have taken him up on his offer of a ride home.

The walk home, oh man, that last hour was a killer, my fly friends came back to keep me company. I was swatting at them pretty much every few seconds. This caused passing motorists to  believe think I was waving at them in a crazy sort of way. I finally stumbled into the house exhausted.

We had Ramen for dinner that night.

Menu for 6/16 – 6/21

CSA: Chard, Baby Kale, Arugula, Asian Greens,  Spinach, Broccoli, Kohlrabi

Monday

Leftover Hummus & Walnut/Chard Dip  w Bagel Chips + Middle Eastern Ramen w Baby Kale & Soft Boiled Egg

(was supposed to be Kohlrabi Latkes with Yoghurt & Dill)

Tuesday

Ground Turkey, Tofu  & Asian Greens in Black Bean Sauce + Rice

Wednesday

Homemade Bacon & Spinach Pizza + Salad

Thursday

Melon & Iberico Ham (TJ’s!) + Pork Milanese with Arugula

Friday

Roast Chicken + Broccoli + Mashed Potatoes

Saturday

Luncheon on the Lawn for Aunt Cindy  

Our first visitor from away!

Melons with Basil & Crisped Prosciutto

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Cold Roast Chicken with Mustard

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Potato Salad & Kohlrabi Slaw

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Local Cheeses &  Breads

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Buttermilk Pies +  Strawberries with Lavender Sugar

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Sun Tea, Cold Brew Ice Coffee &  Rose du Provence

Buttermilk Pie

  • cup Granulated Sugar
  • tablespoons Flour
  • 1.5 tablespoons  Lemon zest
  • 1/4 teaspoon Salt
  • 4 Eggs
  • 1.5cups Buttermilk
  • 1/4 cup melted Butter
  • tablespoon Lemon juice
  • 1blind baked Pie Crust
  1. Whisk together Sugar, Flour, Salt, Lemon Zest
  2. Add Eggs, whisking in one at a time
  3. Whisk in Buttermilk, Butter & Lemon juice
  4. Pour into prepared pie shell, bake 20-25 minutes till set though a bit woobly

Serve at Room Temperature with Fresh Berries macerated in a bit of Sugar

One thought on “Feasts, Finales, Multiple Aquisitions and the Mating Rituals of Horseshoe Crabs

  1. you make our little town sound awesome!!!!!! its wonderful to see it through a newbies eyes!!!!! great finds at the yard sale and the SJB! we didn’t make it this year……………

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