After our lovely day exploring Camden, we went back to Camden for dinner — to one of Jeff and Theresa’s favorite places, Francine. These were the most unusual and delicious mussels I think I’ve ever had.
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Dinner at Francine in Camden
Tuesday, August 24th, 2010Supper with Jeff and Theresa
Monday, August 23rd, 2010We really were so lucky to have hit it off so well with cousins Jeff and Theresa. I mean, we kind of knew each other a little through family functions and events, but we’d never hung out for real. The visit was a lot of getting-to-know you questions and answers from both sides. I peppered Jeff with questions about his growing up and the rest of his siblings — there were six all together! — and he told me things I didn’t remember about my Dad. Like the Chileans visiting.
“You have his laugh, you know,” said Jeff one night.
“Oh really?” I asked.
“Nobody ever told you that?”
Nope. They hadn’t. I’m glad Jeff did.
More photos of our fabulous supper, including Theresa’s to-die-for Lobster BLTs, after the jump.
Recipe: Lobster BLTs
Monday, August 23rd, 2010Theresa made a fabulous dinner for us while we were in Maine, and this delicious sandwich was the centerpiece. I found the recipe on the Stonewall Kitchen website.
The recipe, after the jump.
Jess’s Market in Rockland, Maine
Monday, August 23rd, 2010For our final dinner errand of the day, we’ll stop at Jess’s Market in Rockland for lobstahs. Like this guy:
A Visit to the Maine State Prison Store
Monday, August 23rd, 2010When we first drove past the Maine State Prison Store in Thomaston, we nearly hit the brakes and made a U-turn. But we were expected at Jeff and Theresa’s for cocktail hour, so we decided to skip it. Lucky for us, while we were running the dinner errands with Theresa, we drove past again. This time, we made a stop.
Shopping Beth’s Farm Market in Warren, Maine
Monday, August 23rd, 2010For supper on Monday night, Theresa had some delicious dishes planned. Lobster BLTs, for one. Corn. And a blueberry salad with arugula and gorgonzola. Killer. She bought all her produce from a terrific farm stand called Beth’s Farm Market. On the Beth’s website, Beth says (and yes, there is a real Beth): “If it is a vegetable that can be grown in Maine and it is in season, you will probably find it at Beth’s Farm Market.” I believe it. Come along for a look. The blueberries were out of this world.
Primo in Rockland, Maine
Sunday, August 22nd, 2010The chef at Primo is Melissa Kelly. We’ve never eaten her food before, but had always meant to when she was cooking a lot closer to us at the restaurant at Old Chatham Sheepherding Company in the Hudson Valley. She left there to opened Primo with pastry chef and co-owner Price Kushner. (Since then, she’s won a James Beard Award for Best Chef, Northeast.) So not only were we looking forward to dinner because Theresa and Jeff were raving, but also because we felt like we were finally getting to do something we’d been wanting to for a very long time. You know how sometimes when you anticipate how good something will be, and then your hopes are dashed once you are in the throws of it? This was absolutely not the case at Primo. Everything was delightful and delicious. We had a ball, too.
Here’s the local halibut with risotto:
On the Road to Wiscasset and Damariscotta and the Best Oysters of Our Lives
Sunday, August 22nd, 2010We had an adventurous time getting to our next destination, taking the blue roads along the coast to check out two small towns: Wiscasset and Damariscotta. Both are known for having excellent seafood. At Wiscasset, it’s the lobster roll at Red’s Eats. Inn Damariscotta, it’s the oysters. They are said to be terrific just about anywhere you order them in town: they come from the oyster beds in the Daramiscotta River. But Jan, a friend we made at the wedding, said “There’s nothing like sitting down to a plate of oysters at King Eider’s Pub.” She was so right. There’s nothing like it in the world. The oysters were so fresh, so briny, so magical. They made our throats tingle. We had one taste and it took about half a second for us to look at each other and know. These were the best oysters of our lives.
More about the oysters, Red’s, and our trip to Rockland, after the jump.
