I know, I know. I promised something every week, but as they
say promises are made to be broken and I for one don’t want to mess up the
prophecy. I have no real excuse, but
this year has been a little strange.
Weather-wise it has been very poor.
Winter was miserable. It seems we
had snow or freezing rain on a regular basis.
We had no spring, it was the same as winter, only slightly milder. The terrible spring turned right into a lousy
summer. Hot, humid and frequent rain
that turned this area into Seattle, Washington.
When we started to look at the so-called summer good times, even the 4th
of July Holiday escaped us weather-wise.
Then a summer arrived that began to make the outdoors feel like a South
American rain forest.
Add to that I had my dental
experience this summer having six teeth extracted and getting used to new
dentures. Timing for this new adventure
couldn’t have been worse. We had a
family cruise schedule a few days after slapping in those new pearly
whites. First day of this great trip had
a dinner in Montreal scheduled. Where
was it scheduled? Naturally, a
steakhouse. Here’s a guy who can only
comfortably handle a diet of mashed potatoes and is handed a menu that only
offered steak or chicken. Thank heaven
with a little sad persuasion I was able to get a piece of fish from the chef. (hooray, it was very good and I was able to
nourish myself).
The cruise except, for my culinary
experiences, turned out to be great. Weather was splendid. Not anything like
the wet humid sauna Connecticut was experiencing at the same tie. Canadian Provinces were wonderful stops. Marge and I went on our first ever sailboat
ride, a 42 foot schooner on one of Quebec’s largest lakes. Saw Alexander Graham Bell’s home along with
great views of bald eagles. As I was
writing about the weather I thought I heard it raining again. Went up from the cellar and looked out at the
most savage downpour you could imagine.
Well here it goes again, time to let more water out of the pool. It seems to never end. The only plus is the change from brown to
green grass again. Almost like
overnight.
Oh, be the way, now that I’ve
adjusted a little to the teeth situation we’ve begun our annual lobster roll
excursions. This year I started off by
making my own. Two nice size lobsters
steamed at Price Chopper, picked by yours truly, saute’d in butter and lemon and filled in a
buttered and grilled hot dog roll proved a fine start to our lobster
season. We topped that off with Close
Harbor’s rendition the other day…equally delicious especially when accompanied with
parmesan cheese coated French fries.
Well, I’ll close now and go to
seek some more exciting bitches.
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