We have a saying here in New England that goes like this: “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.”
Exactly a week ago, the day before Memorial Day, temps fell to about 30 degrees; and on the day that many of us had set aside to plant a garden, there was temptation to turn on the heat. I say there was ‘temptation’ because here in New England, you don’t wear winter jackets or turn on the heat after April. It’s like against some kind of unwritten code or something; and no matter how little sense it makes as your teeth are chattering, you just freeze it out.
Actually, according to my dad, shivering is all in your head anyway…. but then again, he always was a Clint Eastwood-like toughie who thought camping in the snow — during the middle of winter — was a fun pastime.
I’ll bet he could even stare down a Grizzly, if he tried. I, on other hand, prefer to feel them run their claws through my hair. It kind of tickles.
Yesterdays temps rose a bit higher than 30 degrees, reaching 95 degrees by noon. As in 5 degrees away from 100 degrees. As in my makeup melted off my face ten degrees ago and –oops — there go my lips.
Thank goodness my sister Sarah and I had already blocked the day off as our designated beach day; and so as the temps rose higher and higher, we were enjoying a cool breeze along the coast of York, Maine.
Well, Sarah (looking quite gorgeous in this pic) was enjoying the cool breeze…
I was grunting like a pig and sweating quite heavily. After all, when you’re both foodies, getting settled on the beach is no easy task.
Our cooler weighed a ton…
But having platefuls of veggie-filled pasta salad, fresh garden salad, lots of water, cherries, and granola bars sure is worth the workout. (Although eating can be a bit difficult until the feeling comes back to your arms).
Surprisingly, considering how hot it was, we had the entire beach pretty much to ourselves. The sun was warm, the salty breeze was the slightest bit cool, the sand sparkled beneath our feet, and the water numbed our toes until they almost fell off.
It was the perfect beach day!
Of course, a beach day in Maine isn’t complete without some lobster. Or “lobstah”, as we say around these here parts.
Sarah and I stopped at Bob’s Clam Hut, which was featured on the Food Network’s Diners, Drive-In’s, and Dives. (I’ve been a fan of Guy Fieri for pretty much forever, but now Sarah is obsessed too. Not like in a creepy-obsessed, but in a hey-can-we-take-a-picture-with-you, and-get-your-autograph, and-drive-around-with-you-in-your-car kind of obsessed).
So, Guy, if you ever read this and you’re in the New England area, you should have lunch with a couple of bloggers who love your Triple D show. (Hey, you can’t blame a girl for dreaming!) 🙂
Oh, and speaking of dreams coming true, check out this plate of awesomeness.
Bob’s isn’t cheap, but this was definitely one of those occasions where the food was worth every penny. This was easily the most delicious lobster roll I’ve ever had. It was served the traditional way with your typical grilled hotdog bun, mayo, and no celery or lettuce. But the lobster meat was the sweetest and freshest I’ve ever had, perfectly juicy and blended with a touch of mayo.
This, my friends, is tastebud heaven.
And this is how a couple of foodies have a beach day. 🙂