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Maine Lobster Roll

11-Sep-07
Maine Lobsta Roll

New England is synonymous with Lobster. Thus, when traveling to New England, particularly the Maine coast, one must partake of lobster in some form or another in order to make the trip complete.

I did so three different ways. The first of which was the “lobsta roll”. Never having heard of such, I was intrigued and could not resist trying one.

By the way, lobsta and lobstah are two ways to spell the local pronunciation of lobster. Some of the advertising and signage even spells it that way. I suspect because they realize they have enhanced the word with their own regional dialect and know that we visitors find it amusing. More power to ‘em if it sells more lobsta!

In Portland there is a lovely waterfront and we found ourselves at the Portland Lobster Company for our first dinner of the trip. It’s a laid back dockside restaurant. If you click the link above, you will see in the photo precisely the position where I sat and ate at the dockside bar overlooking the water.

What I have sketched is the infamous Lobsta Roll, typical of every coastal restaurant we visited in Maine.

  • Take your garden variety Kroger brand large hot dog bun, lightly toasted…
  • Add mayo, lettuce and buttered lobsta. (I would like to note that the Portland Lobster Company specifically states on their menu that the lobsta meat is “Fresh picked meat from a one pound lobster”. I suppose there is something special about it being a one pound lobster, though I can’t imagine what. But hey, I’m from Georgia. What the hell do I know?)
  • Add to this a pile of french fries, a tiny cup of very tasty cole slaw, a lemon wedge and a spare cup of mayo…
  • Place it all in a little stiff paper “basket” with the lobsta roll in its own little stiff paper wrapper to capture drips while eating.
  • Price this at $16.99 (which in my book is seventeen friggin dollars!) and you have the most expensive meal you can eat from a stiff paper basket.
  • Not that there's anything wrong with that. A man's gotta make a livin'. So I don't fault anybody for the price. Lobsta stuff is expensive. And to their credit, it's a lot less expensive in Maine than where I live here in the deep South, and much fresher. A lobsta roll can not be found in the Deep South because:

    • It wouldn’t be fresh…
    • It would cost $35!

    So there you have it, my first meal in Maine.

    I might add that just prior to the $17 lobsta roll I had a cup of lobsta bisque at $7.99 (eight friggin dollars in my book!) which did not fill me up. Thus the lobsta roll was a necessary addition for a weary and hungry traveler. I also had very good iced tea which I think was $2.

    For those of you keeping score, that totals up to $27 for my first Maine meal and it was all served on stiff paper with plastic forks and those little napkins that are more akin to toilet paper than napkins. And of course you pick it all up yourself at the “pick-up window” when they set off your little hand held buzzer which is of course a molded red plastic lobster, I mean lobsta, that buzzes and flashes.

    The tea refills were free though. I refilled often. It made me feel like I was getting a real value for my money.

    I’m not complaining here. The food was very, very good and tasty. The cost was just a big surprise that’s all. Go to Maine prepared to spend money on food. LOTS of money.

    Of note here is that my dear wife ate dinner as well. So, add in her $22 total (she had clam chowder and fish and chips, thus saving $5) and you have dinner for two totaling $49 and there was no alcohol purchased. We seriously considered alcohol after realizing what we just spent on dinner.

    It was a chilling experience for I feared by the look in my wife’s eyes that we may well be eating at McDonald’s the rest of the trip. Clever cajoling and encouragement to go shopping eased the pain for her though and we dined Maine style for the rest of our adventures throughout the Maine coast. What else can you do eh? It’s a vacation. Gotta enjoy it.

    On a Side Note

    It came to mind that I need to introduce a new dining sensation here in the Deep South…the Catfish Roll.

    Let’s see…the menu can read…

    “Catfish meat picked from a fresh 35lb. catfish caught in the cold, deep waters at the foot of the dam on Lake Sidney Lanier.”

    A catfish is about as ugly as a lobster so it might just work. I wouldn’t get away with a $17 price tag though. $5.99 maybe…hmmm.

    More tomorrow…

Watermelon Table

13-Aug-07
Watermelon Table

Sometimes life is simple.

My grandfather kept a weathered, beaten up wooden table in his carport. It was kitchen counter height, about two-and-a-half feet square. It remained up against the red brick half wall surrounding the carport, in front of the white Chevy Impala, next to the decorative wrought iron corner post supporting the roof. Sometimes objects would be on it, like a bucket, or some fresh picked vegetables, or a stone, or hat.

The only time I knew that table to ever leave its assigned post was when it was time to cut up a watermelon. He would drag it away from the house out into the yard. On it he would place a large watermelon, ice cold from a galvanized steel tub of ice.

Then, from behind his back, stashed between his belt and waistband, would appear a very large, almost machete looking kitchen knife. With the compact and sudden swing of Babe Ruth’s bat, he would come down on the unsuspecting melon with that knife…and in the blink of an eye…it would lie in half on the table. He would proceed, less dramatically, to cut the halves into smaller, people sized pieces.

We would sit, family and neighbors…all ages, genders, and levels of refinement…and bury our faces in those watermelon pieces until nothing but hard rind was left. Slurping and spitting seeds and stopping for a breath, a chuckle, maybe a comment or two. It made for coolness on hot summer evenings. It made for wet faces, laughs and fine memories. It was simple entertainment…fun.

It is one tiny, maybe even mundane experience of many, that I associate with being a child of the South.

I know people all over this country have eaten watermelon outside in the summer and happily enjoyed it. They too have fine memories I’m sure. But to do so with the sweet, polite, drawled voices of Southern women bouncing comments back and forth…and the loud laughs and wheezing snickers of the Southern men sitting in a roughly formed circle of nylon webbed lawn chairs…and the cicadas buzzing loudly in the tall trees over our heads at dusk…that is what makes it a uniquely Southern experience for me and something I am very glad I can recall.

The Tomato Basket

16-Jul-07
The Tomato Basket

My father-in-law, Hubert, is 84 and still keeps a garden each year. This year he has about 140 tomato plants.

He gives them away to friends and family. Yes…he gives them away. He has “a list”.

This is our first take for the season…a basket of the best home growns you can get. One of ‘em makes about two ‘mater sandwiches, sometimes three. They’re big.

Hubert really toils over his tomato garden. He is very proud of his work and he should be. He’s had a garden for many, many years. And as such, has kept many people happy each summer with his generosity. People like Hubert are hard to find these days.

I thought they made a nice sketch and a nice testimonial toward being good to others.

April 13th Baby

13-Apr-07
Ice Cream Bar

Today is my birthday.

When your birthday is on Friday the 13th you take precautions.

So, on Thursday the 12th, around 10:00 pm, I had my birthday treat. You’re looking at it. It’s a Haagen-Dazs Chocolate & Dark Chocolate Ice Cream Bar.

I didn’t want to chance that the local Walgreen’s would be out of them today, being that it was Friday the 13th and all.

Or…or what if I ran out of gas today, Friday the 13th, and wasn’t able to get to the Walgreen’s! What about that?

Or…or…um…or what about if I had an awful fit of healthy thinking today, Friday 13th, and didn’t feel right about going to Walgreens and getting a Haagen-Dazs Chocolate & Dark Chocolate Ice Cream Bar…I’d miss my birthday treat! What about that?!

See? We Friday the 13th-er’s have to take precautions.

Yeah right! Excuses! Nothing but excuses! That’s what my wife said.

However, I might point out, at this crucial moment in this post, that any excuse to have one of these is a good excuse.

In fact, I even have an excuse prepared for her so that I can have one today, Friday the 13th…IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! hah!

You may Be Wondering…

So Don, what’s it like to have a birthday on Friday the 13th?

So far, in 49 years, pleasant. Let us hope today follows that same pattern and I sneak another one in.

So Don, is anything special about your little hoity-toity, April 13th birthday, other than it falling on Friday occasionally?

Sure there’s somethin’ special about it!
Thomas Jefferson was born on April 13th, 1743.

Thanks to Thomas Jefferson’s most famous document, The Declaration of Independence, I have certain inalienable rights!
Such as eating a Haagen-Dazs Chocolate & Dark Chocolate Ice Cream Bar. (Falls under that “Right to pursue happiness” part.)

And my fellow Americans, you do too! Now that’s pretty dang special ain’t it?

ACEO “The Pear”

11-Apr-07
ACEO The Pear

I thought I would paint a few ACEO cards for auction at eBay.

Once again, the kitchen called my name (7-10 times a day in case you’re curious) and I found this pear sitting over in the fruit basket.

I haven’t done a lot of still lifes but this one was fun. I kept it loose and simple with a graphite sketch and then watercolor over that.

Just so you know, this is an “ACEO” which stands for “Art Cards, Editions and Originals”. They are typically tiny little paintings of just 2.5″ x 3.5″, baseball card size. The neat thing is they most often are original paintings. Such is the case with any that I do at least.

I leave an additional white border around mine so they can be easily framed. These little paintings look really nice all framed up and placed on a desk or on the wall. And of course they can be collected, which was the original intent of “ACEO” in the first place.

So, if you think you just can’t live without it, head on over to eBay by following this link and bid on it.

I’ll paint a few more over the next few weeks. The notion to paint them tends to hit me in spurts and I’m liable to paint just about anything (as usual). So watch for them if you like them.

You can see others I’ve done by clicking the “ACEO Art Cards” category over in the right sidebar category tree.

Reconnecting the Power

09-Mar-07
Oatmeal (cookies), Breakfast of Champions

Let’s see…I started this blog on February 15th last year. So, I totally missed my one year blog anniversary this year.

I haven’t posted a sketch in almost three months.

I flopped on getting all the Christmas Postcards created and mailed for those who subscribed to the blog via email. I got some of them done, but not all.

Dismal.

Thankfully, I’ve still got readers and traffic to the blog. I find that amazing really. To all of you readers, you are much appreciated!

All I can say is hey, I’m a creative type.

Some creative types are prolific business people and can create on command - they have fine, prestigious careers to show for it. But some of us…well…the wiring is a teeny bit quirky. We do ok, but at times we struggle. Ain’t no reason to stop tryin’ though.

So…here’s the first flicker of output from reconnecting the power cord to my paint box and pen.

It isn’t much. There’s no story behind it really. I just looked around the house for something to sketch and was naturally drawn to the kitchen. That speaks volumes actually.

So, HAPPY NEW YEAR! The power is reconnected…let’s see if I can keep it that way. Thanks for sticking by me!

Pondering Food

19-Nov-06
Sweet Potato

My wife loves these things. I like them a little. I’m acquiring a taste for them.

I stood in the kitchen today, drinking a cup of coffee. I saw a small pile of sweet potatoes in the basket in the corner. They’re roots, or tubers I suppose. Regardless, they’re ugly.

Somebody, somewhere, way back yonder in the history of man, had to decide to eat one. I wonder if anybody knows when it was decided that sweet potatoes were worth eating. Do people today still “test” new plant discoveries to see if they are edible? If so, how?

Oh well. So much for Sunday pondering. I’m hungry.

Unmentionable Cuisine

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