31 July 2007

Sarah's Cafe in Wiscasset

Disclaimer: I rarely, if ever, do restaurant reviews, but this one is from the heart...

I've been a bit scarce lately, what with all the summer activities in Maine. It seems that during the school year, when life is on such a strict schedule and we are constantly coming and going, I long for the long, lazy days of summer.

But then, when summer arrives, it seems to take off at a rip roaring pace and it doesn't slow until, perhaps, the week before Labor Day.

Here we are on the brink of August and I feel like I'm just catching my breath. It's been fun, but as always, it's going by WAY too quickly.

But back to the title of this post...

Two weeks ago, my Mother-in-Law came for a visit from Rhode Island. I need her to come visit me more often, because as we drove lazily along Coastal Route One, we stopped at all the adorable little places that I usually pass in a hurry, promising myself that one day, I will stop. But I never do.

One of those places is Sarah's Cafe in the pretty little town of Wiscasset. I can't even count the times I've come across the Sheepscot River Bridge and seen the sunny decks, the wide picture windows, and the smiling customers, enjoying their fare. I even have several friends who have told me to go there, promising wonderful food... but Wiscasset is always on my way somewhere else, and I never remember Sarah's until I pass it by.

Thanks to my Mother-in-Law, I now understand all the hype about Sarah's.

It was a hot day and we sat inside; we nearly had the place to ourselves, as it was a weekday and well after lunchtime. We ordered Lobster Rolls, fulling expecting a nice heap of lobster meat on a soft hot dog roll - that's the way we love them. Yet, at Sarah's, the roll was a huge, homemade roll, fully twice the size of a regular roll. The filling was all lobster, and totally decadent. We oooed and aahed between bites, reveling in the taste.

But it doesn't end there. While we had no room left for dessert, when we spotted Coconut Cream Pie on the menu, we ordered it on a whim. I have to say that coconut cream pie IS my favorite kind of pie, but I have never had pie like I had that day. If the lobster roll won't take me back to Sarah's very soon, the coconut cream pie certainly will.

The next time you find yourself anywhere near Wiscasset, I urge you to stop in to Sarah's Cafe. It will be well worth the trip!

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14 July 2007

Speechless

I just read this article a little while ago and I've been trying to think of something witty to add to it, but I can think of nothing.

I guess this is one of those things that just stands on its own. Who ARE these people? And, does Stephen King have anything to do with it?

Hand me down - Hand

Only in Maine.

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03 July 2007

As You Travel for the 4th...

Remember, especially if you must travel at night, to be on the lookout for moose.

The moose in Maine love to live in the dense woods; yet this time of the year, there are an overabundance of flies, mosquitoes, and otherwise evil little creatures which make life quite miserable for many of the woodland inhabitants. Nighttime is the biting-est time of all.

When the biting bugs become too much to bear, moose often dash out into open roadways for a fresh breeze and welcome relief. They then will often stand perfectly still, seemingly unconcerned or even unaware of the oncoming headlights.

Each year, Maine sees several automobile fatalities involving moose, and they're usually at night.

Please be careful, and have a wonderful 4th of July holiday!

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02 July 2007

Inspired

Ok,I've mentioned here BEFORE that I've found a wonderful blog at GARDENPATH. While I've always enjoyed taking photos of the beauty around me here in Maine, Sandy at GARDENPATH has inspired me.

Her photos never cease to amaze me. I find myself Ooo-ing and Ahh-ing outloud, here, all alone, in front of my computer. Her blog causes me to appreciate the beauty of Maine all the more.

Today I was inspired to wander the woods behind our home, and I came upon what I THINK are Asiatic Lilies. (If not, and any of you know better, please set me straight!) I might be able to spot beauty, but I don't always know the correct name for it.

Either way, they are pretty...



Not only that, I have no idea how they got there. The area used to be covered with dead leaves and logs, and when we cleaned it all out, this is what popped up.

Who knew? :)

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01 July 2007

The Problem with Summer

I love summer in Maine. I love it more than I should, if that's possible. When we lived in southern California for four years, we had summer year-round, and I found that I am quite useless and unproductive in such climates. Actually, let me clarify. Our yard and garden always looked good in California, but the house was always a mess, the dishes piled up, the cooking was a joke, and my desk was perpetually disorganized.

The problem was, I spent all my time outside. I found excuses everywhere - the garden needed weeding, the car needed to be washed, and our children needed to be outside - supervised, of course. When we came back to the East Coast, I was a much more productive writer, housekeeper, and mom. On those grey days that are much more common than they are out west, I found time to clean the house, put things away, and of course, teach my kids.

But here we are and it's summer again. I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, because I miss the West Coast, because I possibly have Seasonal Affective Disorder (or would like to think so) or because this past winter was exceptionally grey, but I can't seem to get enough of being outside. I'm craving the sunshine and color of summer. I've got a better tan than I've had in years and my yard is shaping up quite nicely.

On the other hand, the house (especially the basement) is, well... I really don't want to talk about that. Besides, the sun just came up and I think I need to go out and water the tomato garden...

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