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The Holy Donut

I know nothing at all about marketing, let me start there.  But back in 1990 I became possessed with buying a Ford Explorer, and later on I read that they aimed their marketing to women, so I must be susceptible.  As I drove to the Wild Duck Campground in Scarborough, ME my thoughts were on my fears of what would the road be like? Would I get myself into a situation where my lack of experience in towing a camper would get me stuck?  So I was lost in thought, sitting at a traffic light with only a mile to go, and I looked to my left and saw The Holy Donut on the corner.  I was instantly charmed.  I thought what a great name that was, and then the light turned green, but I vowed to check it out the next day.

Still charmed, I set out to try some the next morning, but it was only then that I noticed their real claim to fame.  They serve Maine potato donuts!  The main claim to uniqueness and I failed to pick up on it.  So on the spot I saw blog post potential, and that meant that I needed a scientific approach to this breakfast escapade, so I bought SIX donuts.  I mean I had to base a post on more than just one flavor, right?  What did I choose?  Dark Chocolate Sea Salt, Coffee Cake, Sweet Potato, Triple Berry Holy Cannoli, Toasted Coconut, and Maine Blueberry.  No, I didn’t eat them all, couldn’t have eaten them all because they are bigger, and heavier, than your average donut.  I cut a wedge from each one to try each flavor, and the only one I didn’t like was the chocolate one.  I love chocolate so I don’t know why that was.  When I bought them I thought that I now had breakfast for the next couple of days, but I kept picking on them that day so I eventually threw out the rest of the box just to save myself.  I have zero will power, at least to sweet treats.  Over the two weeks I was at the campground I also tried Lemon, Vanilla, and the best ever, Blueberry Lemon!  I thought that was so good that I said to myself that I would have that every day for the rest of my stay.  Only it turned out that was the last day of that specialty flavor.  I was so disappointed!  What new flavor was the replacement?  Maine Apple!  Be still my heart.  I could have stayed longer in that beautiful part of Maine, but maybe it’s a good thing that I have moved on, for my waistline at least. secondtryHolydonutsignage2HolydonutbackdoorHolydonutflavorsHolydonutsignageHolydonutvarietiesI came to realize that the van delivers fresh donuts to various local businesses, so you don’t have to go to the store itself.  But then you would miss all the accessories you might choose to buy!

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The Holy Donut!  Whoever came up with the marketing for this place is a genius!Holydonutenjoy

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Red’s Eats…

This week in Boothbay, Maine has been such success.  My first campground where I was truly on my own, didn’t know a soul, and it was fine.  And yes, I met people, and I had fun.  And I took pictures, boy, did I ever take pictures.  So this is silly, and I want to post it while it’s current, but I have so many more photos to get through that this is an extra post.  Did I say it was silly?  I meant tragic.  Tragic because I will never eat another lobster roll again.  Kind of like me and crab cakes, if I can’t have Charley’s crab cakes, or at least one from a favorite place in Baltimore, then I won’t have them.  I have now had a lobster roll from Red’s Eats, in Wiscasset, Maine, and never will another lobster roll ever come close to being as good as this one was.  So this was it.  I heard about this place before I got here.  Not by name, just that there was a great place to get a lobster roll nearby, so when I drove past this place and saw the line down the hill and around the corner I figured I’d found the place.  I drove past on several different days and it was always the same.  So I can’t tell you how disappointing it was to have finished the lobster roll, all the while anticipating taking a picture of the place, and the line, but at about 4:15 when we had finished and I stopped to take a picture there was hardly a line!  I didn’t think that ever happened.  So you aren’t getting the full effect.  When I stopped yesterday the line was down and around the corner, but I expected that.  We were in line for an hour easy. We being the lady in line front of me, my new friend Carol. Staff came around and offered water, and umbrellas (for the sun), so they are prepared to keep the patrons happy.  The regulars in line kept insisting that it was worth it, and they weren’t kidding.  There had to be more than one lobster’s worth of meat in each one.  I heard there was a pound of meat in them.  Served with a cup of melted butter.  We three, me, Carol and her husband, all agreed.  so very good.  Too good.  It’s tragic…

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Across the street were several places serving lobster rolls, with a waterfront location, and no line.  And yet we all waited, happily.  I wanted to go back today also, but I was still full from yesterday…wiscassetfeaturewiscassetscenewiscassetscene3

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You gotta eat…

It was a long, hard day at work today, too long and too hard to go out for the sunset.  So I checked the yard for photo ops, but the squirrel out there ran away and then yelled at me from a tree branch.  Which left dinner as my only option for a post for tomorrow.  Not too long ago someone told me he didn’t drink his calories, and ate mostly salads, on the advice of his physician assistant daughter.  Since I heard that I’ve been eating that way, and not only have I lost a significant amount of weight, but I feel terrific.  I think that’s why I stuck with it, besides it being so easy.  No muss no fuss.  Steamed spiced shrimp has been my choice to add some protein a couple of times since I started, and that’s what I felt like fixing today.  I always have shrimp in the freezer because Publix puts it on BOGO a lot so I stay stocked up.  And I confess that just like I kept checking the sunset as I was trying to leave Pine Island last night, as I cooked I kept checking the front windows to see what the sunset looked like.  I even picked up the camera and almost headed out the door once.  But no, I stuck with the plan.  Shrimp and BOGO fresh pineapple chunks.   Yum.

I think this is Charley’s recipe, which he had passed along to my son when he needed to make it for a party,  So Mike had to pass it back to me.  Charley did a lot of the cooking, and I regret not making him write down his recipes.  Several favorite recipes are just gone.  A word to the wise.

Steamed Spiced Shrimp, Baltimore style…

Put 2 inches of water in the pot, add 12 ounces of beer and 4 TBSP Old Bay Seasoning.  Place your shrimp in a steamer basket and douse liberally with more Old Bay.  Definitely a time when more is merrier.  Steam the shrimp, but don’t over cook.

Charley’s not-so-secret cocktail sauce has two ingredients, catsup and horseradish.  The proportions are up to you.  His version would clear your sinuses.  Mine?  Not so much.

Don’t tell my Uncle Ray about this post, that was his beer in my refrigerator!

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Thoughts while we wait…

With the storm front and center in every conversation the past few days it’s hard to think of much of anything else. But when I saw the truck above as I arrived at work yesterday morning it brought back a pleasant memory from a few years ago. I had been seeing trucks like this, hauling trailers loaded with cages, in the parking lot fairly regularly, but hadn’t paid much attention to them. Little enough attention that I had assumed that they held chickens headed to market. But one evening Charley and I were having dinner at the bar in Applebee’s just up the street from the store, and we got to talking with another customer.  Eventually the conversation turned to homing pigeons. Turns out there is a good sized group of people in the area who keep, and race, homing pigeons. That’s when it dawned on me that those cages I was seeing were holding pigeons and not chickens.

The trucks meet at my store and load up the pigeons of the competitors and then drive them to Tennessee for the start of the race. The pigeons are banded, and their start and finish times are recorded electronically. He said that it’s a big enough activity that there are pigeons who are worth $50,000, based on their speed. It was interesting to hear about an activity that was totally new to me, and I was curious and told the man that I could understand the pigeons having a urge to fly back home, but I had to ask what makes them make the trip at top speed. His answer surprised me. He said that when the pigeons arrive home from a race is the only time they are allowed to fraternize with pigeons of the opposite sex. I guess that would be an incentive wouldn’t it?

A nice memory to think of while I packed the donuts …

 

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On a sugar high…

Is it possible to be pathologically cheerful? Because if it is, and if I am, then I know why. Pastries are what I deal with all day.  I ice them, and pack them, or bag up goodies for  customers of my local supermarket. Plus cookies, and pies, and donuts, I pack them all.  All sorts of goodies, all day long. I tell my doctor that it’s not that I eat too much sugar, I just inhale it all day at work. I’m not sure he is impressed with my logic. Maybe I should show him these pictures.

 

But these slightly risqué water rolls?  That’s not on me…rolls