Brooklin Redux: eat, drink and be merry

As promised in my last post, which lauded the virtues of breweries on the Blue Hill peninsula, I’ll take you to Brooklin itself, the tiny town of under 900 occupants with the charm of a quintessential (I love that word because I can spell it) New England village. First stop is Sandy’s Provisions, located in […]

What’s brewing in Brooklin: love that tiny town

If you’ve ever bawled your head off over the ending of the children’s book Charlotte’s Web, you’ve visited Brooklin, Maine. How, you say? Well, while you read the book aloud to hour kids, told them about Wilbur the pig, Templeton the rat and Charlotte the spider, chortled “Congratu- contratu- congratu-lations,” the mantra of the barnyard […]

Taste beer, make friends at a local beer festival

Meghan McCormick and team represent Lively Brewing

  A beer festival is like speed-dating, but instead of talking quickly across the table from a sweaty-palmed, potential next ex-husband, you line up and wait your turn with hundreds of others to talk quickly across the table with craft brewers happily handing you tastes of their beers. Speed-dating, you’ve met your match. This thoughtful […]

Is corned beef and cabbage Irish or American?


Spoiler alert: I have good evidence weighing in on both sides, and I’ll quote those sources. But while my “test” corned beef is spending it’s 22d hour in a low oven, I thought I’d present the arguments in this case. First off, I’m of Irish descent: Sinnott (County Wexford), Cousins (County Leitrim) and Waters of […]

Let the good times roll…

The guys from Bayside Bowl had a mean King Cake and took away first place!

  Fat Tuesday has come and gone, and lent is under way, but the memories of the food served at the annual fundraiser for WMPG radio will linger through the season of doing with less. For most of us, these days are symbolic rather than literal, but it’s fun to observe the last feast day […]

Fat Tuesday in Portland: Eat Cajun and Creole food at USM

Team Congress Bar and Grill, winner of last year's competition

  Fat Tuesday: Cook jambalaya, or let Portland chefs cook for me?           On this church-quiet morning, thermometer reading negative eight degrees, I sit in my big red leather reading chair, pen in hand, coffee close by, wrapped in my favorite blue shawl and gaze out the huge slider windows at the bare trees. Not […]