On our return from 4 nights in Baltimore we stayed in Portland last night to see our son Fritz and his girlfriend Meghan, and Bruce’s sister Kelly, who owns the wonderful store, Nomads. Fritz and Meg both work in the restaurant business in Portland, where everyone seems to know each other and it is not unusual for a chef to send out something special to someone he knows from another restaurant. Last night, the chef at District sent out some extra goodies for our table. Fois gras, bone marrow, and oysters. I’m not a fan of liver of any kind, so I passed on the fois gras, but the bone marrow was delicious and buttery. Bruce doesn’t eat oysters and neither does Kelly. When I said I didn’t like oysters either, Fritz asked, “Have you ever eaten an oyster?” (How many times did I ask him that kind of question when he was a “picky eater” child?) Busted! I tried the oyster and you know what? I liked it. I didn’t eat another one only because I still had dinner coming and we had already eaten a fair share of appetizers. But I will definitely try them again.
This morning after a delicious breakfast chez Fritz and Meg, we headed north, happy to have seen lots of family, to have eaten (a ton of) really great food, to have gone to the theater and the movies, and to have had safe travel both ways. We made a last stop in Ellsworth for lunch and to get groceries for the week, then drove to Northeast Harbor in time to catch the 3:30 boat back to Islesford.
One of the best parts of a wonderful trip is coming home; where the bed is our own and the nightlight in the bathroom, in the middle of the night, is familiar.
6 responses to “Home Sweet Home”
Welcome home! I hear ya on the “my own bed” thing. I’ve been sleeping in the guest room for a week because my hubby has the flu. I miss my bed!
Sorry to hear your husband has the flu. But…why don’t they ever go sleep in the guest room? Regardless, just don’t get sick, yourself. (Do you have to be careful of that with surgery coming up?)
I’m mailing your earrings tomorrow. Catching up on e-mails and blogs now.
Hope you get back to your own bed soon!
Welcome home, Barb! It was fun following your adventures in Baltimore and Portland. Loved the sneaky way you packed your bread starter…and the end results looked delicious!!! We just received our Tartine book in the mail so we’ll have to keep you posted on our bread adventures! Enjoy your first day back home!
Ooh Marly, I can’t wait to see your bread! Have fun with it.
The first day home from a trip. You know how that is. Head full of ideas for the studio, eyes full of everything that is laying all over the house waiting to be done. I’m choosing the studio first! Actually it’s the post office first, then the studio.
I ate raw oysters once and loved them but have not had them since! Sounds like a great trip. Enjoy the beautiful day.
Yeah, they’re just not a necessity to my great dining experience like chocolate is! Who knows, we may yet be eating oysters together sometime with the Dudmans. They are one of Richard’s favorites.