Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Summer Znoodle Salad

These days I would be all about the Olympics, this fascinating mix of a sports event and the Oscars, getting an Oscar for being the very best at something, right then and there, live. The excitement ! The cheering… But unfortunately, I have not seen anything because I no longer have a TV subscription and my digital antenna does not receive the NBC channels. History, without me.

But then, the big wide wild world, does it really all matter, if someone is the fastest runner? Or swimmer? Sure, it is a great accomplishment, and there is a lot of work behind it. I found this aspect always interesting, admirable: the endless training, keeping a balance between training and rest, pushing yourself but not going too far, and in the ends, the nerves, right then, when the performance is required. It is quite a feat.

Well, I managed to grow figs. At home. In the summer. In Maine!  For some, this might also seem like an Olympic feat.



The summer squash are 3 at any size for $1 at the farmers market. I got the spiralizer out, and, cranking away, made this wonderful fresh and light znoodle salad. The zucchini noodles have a texture much like fat spaghetti (or bucatini, to be correct). A nice bite, but lighter in the summer heat and no cooking required. Mixed with kalamata olives, sheep milk feta,  fresh corn, tomatoes and shallots with plenty of oregano and basil and a vinaigrette of white wine vinegar, oil and salt and pepper.  Yum!


Friday, August 12, 2016

“One’s art goes as far and as deep as one’s love goes.”

The heat has finally broken and there is a bit of rain here and there. This was an unusually long, hot and dry period for Maine, and for once I am relieved there is some rain.

The other day I headed down the coast, for a day of art. Rockland with the Farnsworth Museum and the Wyeth Center are my favorite museums in Maine, mostly because of Andrew Wyeth’s paintings that capture the essence of Maine so timelessly. The day was rounded out with another piece of art: Sushi at Suzuki in Rockland.













Saturday, August 6, 2016

Island Time, Part 2

If you missed Part 1, you can find it here.

We left off with leaving Camden and heading further south. Not too far from Blue Hill, a big bridge that reminds me of the Golden Gate bridge leads to Little Deer Isle.



From there, a short causeway got me onto Big Deer Isle. At this point all worries, obligations and responsibilities stayed behind on the mainland, and I felt the relief of island time. It reminds me of Greek islands, a soft warm wind blowing and the world is contained to a small piece of land that only really matters, where people know each other and live at a slower pace.

The winding roads lead through a secluded, private world of lobster fisher families in a beautiful landscape. With Sunday afternoon there was a feeling in the air that reminded me of  the opening scenes of “High Noon”. Empty streets, and people hidden in houses.  Stonington had a similar sleepy feel.

Stonington is a small village with a short stretch of main street. In recent years, it has added a new coffee shop, 44 North Coffee, and a handful of restaurants, Aragosta being the one I had heard of. Aragosta was between lunch and happy hour, but the Inn on the Harbor next door was open as espresso bar. This included access to chaises lounges on a beautiful deck. ….just what I needed after the long drive. Espresso with a view and a chaise.




















The food at Aragosta was phenomenal, btw. Can’t wait to get back.

Friday, August 5, 2016

Island Time, Part 1

Hope, you have some time, because we are going on a trip today…..

Stonington on Deer Isle, ME, is the quintessential Maine village: scenic, cozy, sleepy, beautiful, authentic and far removed from the realities of the real world. The true island feeling. The realities stay behind on the mainland.

The other day, on a hot Sunday, when hiking did not seem like a good idea, I settled for the next best thing, a long, winding drive over the back roads of Maine. I had not been to Deer Isle for years, but I had recently heard that there is a new restaurant, and I just need one reason (a tasty meal is a good enough for me) to head to a far away place.

The shady, empty road took me to Blue Hill first. Blue Hill is located on the southern end of a hilly region that still today grows wild blueberries, thus, the  name Blue Hill. Blue Hill is one of my favorite villages, but there is not much to do there besides a few stores and I yet have to find a good restaurant. They open and close, and so often I just pass through on my way to Deer Isle.

A must-stop is the Blue Hill Coop, for its eclectic selection of organic foods, home-made salads and sandwiches. I bought an amazing beet kombucha, and have already convinced myself that I have to stop there again, just for this kombucha.



Walking around on a hot, sunny Sunday in July the town appeared deserted and much like Italy during siesta in August. Stores shuttered, to open again, when the heat is less oppressive.







An old store, converted into a mix of espresso bar, chocolatier, and flower store made a few people stop and seek refuge from the heat.



The art box --- a converted old cigarette dispenser.


After a short stopover, it was time to continue to the second part of the trip. Island time! Stay tuned for part 2!


Thursday, August 4, 2016

Shoes. Shoes again.

Ahhh, the working of social marketing. There you are, browsing innocently over someone's blogpost on your feed. They show you a leg, or their two feet, with new sneakers, and you think "Hmmmmmm. I've been looking for shoes in exactly this color! Looking good!"(that's Anne.)

You do some research and wonder if she got a special model, because those available for mere mortals look nothing like hers.

You decide to move on. Phew. Bit the bullet on that one.

You browse around on other websites, press some buttons on customization options and think "Wait. Let me recreate these shoes...."

Looking good, looking good, Nike version. But $230 is a bit steep.

Creating a few more models, just for the fun of it.

I'd love to get these.

Then, I cave and bought these.

My pink! It almost worked with the social marketing, but somehow I was redirected.

And this is what happens if you don't fight it. You end up like Chris Brown and his sneaker collection...