Maybe it’s the dampness in the air when a storm’s a-brewing. It reminds me of those lush and languid days in Hawaii, Central America and the Caribbean — where one can easily make a habit of exotic fruit for breakfast, lunch and happy hour.
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 Recently, high school friends Michele (who now lives in Connecticut) and Deb (who lives in California) took a little trip to Maine for a long weekend in Boothbay Harbor, to visit with me and another friend Margie who lives in Vassalboro. As I was heading north on Route 1 to meet them for lunch in Boothbay, Michele (who used to work at Bowdoin College) called with a change of plans: Could I meet them at one of her favorite spots — Five Islands Lobster Co. in Georgetown? by Rebecca 3 comments
 I love August in Maine – such a wonderful time of year for food and adventure! Farmers’ markets and farm stands are at their peak with fresh, colorful produce . . . red, ripe tomatoes, green herbs and cucumbers, orange carrots, yellow string beans, white baby potatoes, and tiny Wild Blueberries from the Wild Blueberry barrens Downeast! I’ve been a huge fan of Wild Blueberries for a number of years. As a producer and social media consultant, I’ve worked on many Wild Blueberry projects and have come to understand the importance of including “blue” in your diet — daily. I keep a 3 lb. bag of Wyman’s Wild Blueberries in my freezer year-round, and throw half a cup of Wild Blueberries in a smoothie, cereal or oatmeal, almost every morning. If you’re curious about Wild Blueberries’ role in disease prevention, heart and brain health — be sure to check out the Wild Blueberries web site, and the Wild About Health! blog for the latest tips on nutrition and wellness. by Rebecca 5 comments
 Even better than grocery shopping, though, is cruising through the local farmers’ market on Wednesdays or Saturdays, and discovering what’s newly harvested. Pretty much everything there is healthy — so when I pick something up, I never put it back.
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 This is no small feat for someone like me, whose thoughts leap to grand visions of of growing fresh herbs, the minute our long Maine winter begins to melt into spring. My enthusiasm carries me all the way from careful planning, purchasing and re-potting, to feeding and watering . . . for the first couple of weeks. Then something inevitably happens — a heat wave, too many late nights at work, an impromptu 3-day mini-vacation — and the next thing I know, my herbs are crunchy, yellow, sad— and unrevivable. Money, effort and herb dreams, down the proverbial drain. by Rebecca 5 comments
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 While it’s true you can get clam cakes at any number of Maine establishments, a special few offer the bonus of a spectacular ocean view. I was in the mood for a quintessential seaside dining experience, complete with lighthouses, picnic tables, crashing surf and fog horns, so I decided to take a scooter ride out to The Lobster Shack at Two Lights in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. by Rebecca 2 comments |
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