Eating in Maine....

O.k....it's 95 degrees with a dew point of 80.  It's 70 in Lubec.  Sigh.  Nothing like excessive heat warnings and a trip to the Cancer Center to make you feel like you're really back home.  Geesh.  It was fine though.  Later, we trotted down the street and and registered the boys for school, sweating outrageously all the while.  Leo got the same teacher from last year which is a good thing but we had hoped that Owen would be in a class with one of his friends and he isn't and I was so disappointed that I could have cried.  Damn.  Damn.  Damn.

Oh well....ENOUGH with real life....let's talk about something more important like what we ATE in Maine!

Clams are just damn sexy, aren't they?

All in all we had lobster twice, once done the traditional way (thank you Debbie) and once I let Debbie cook them and then I took the meat out and did a fettucine with the lobster as well as tarragon, cream and capers.  Made haddock twice--once sort of an oven fried curry thing and once more straightforward.  God it was good.  At various stops I had a lobster roll, a clam roll, scallops, fried clams, best onion rings ever at the new restaurant (Water Street Tavern) in Lubec, made bagels with cream cheese, capers and the best lox in the WORLD from Boldcoast Smokehouse, had a great piece of blueberry pie from Helen's in Machias and the best piece of raspberry pie ever from the afore mentioned Water Street Tavern.  That meal also gets points for being on the back deck looking at the water, complete with seals bobbing about eating the herring and a bald eagle who landed and watched us all for a moment. What else?  Well, of course a couple of hot dogs in my beloved New England hot dog buns.  All in all it was a feast.....

So....to recap:  There was lobster, which as you can see came complete with bits of seaweed....

There were lobster rolls and some darned good onion rings and coleslaw.....

There were fried clams that were so good that I couldn't take the time for a picture....

There was pie.....

I'm not much of a dessert person but as I scraped up the last bit of that raspberry pie I told Ernie, "I think in my old age I just may become enamored of pie."  He just shook his head at me and smirked because...well, that's what he does.

and there was ice cream.....

I wanna go back.....