News of Maine's Coast and Islands
My grandmother’s spatula can slide between a frying pan and a pancake without driving into it like a snowplow.
I’d rather eat an egg or three than a burger any day.
Old island apple trees, along with their counterparts on the mainland, have outdone themselves this year.
Sometimes I suspect that the word “work” is code for “paying attention” and “spending time.”
They worked, smart phones at their sides, talked with each other incessantly, laughing. I loved it.
Turns out that wood sorrel mixed with domestic sorrel makes a spectacularly snappy sorrel soup.
Some Downeast school kids growing up in the early and middle 20th century might have traded a lobster sandwich for a baloney one at lunch time.
Rejoice that the cilantro has self-sown so plentifully and make Cowboy Caviar out of black-eyed peas, corn, red peppers, jalapenos…