Wednesday, August 17, 2011


August has been our month for travel and it kicked off in MAY-JAH style. 

I was whiiiisked away and surprised with a short trip to Maine. I've never been, which is bizarre considering my unnatural obsession with New England summers... the Cape, the food, the baseball. I love it all -- especially the lobstah. 

We spent most of our time at the Maine Lobster Festival in Rockland, the lobster capital of the WORLD (Betcha didn't know that). It was chock full of fabulously delicious decadence <-- try saying that three times fast. We got there early and made a few rounds. Here's the day in photos:



 The lobster steam house. In, out, on a plate.  

Smoked mussels. The mister is definitely a mussels connoisseur and said these were some of the best he's ever had. Bravo, lobster fest.

I started with an app of lobster knuckles and claws-- working my way up to the main event.

 Best. Float. Evah. Homemade ice cream (by the Portland Sea Dogs) and Capt'n Eli's Blueberry Pop.

Fried Kool-aid anyone? It's kind of weird, very tangy, extremely interesting. I won't be having it again-- but at least I can say I've tried it!

Maryland, represent!

After sampling wares and toolin' around for a couple hours, it was time to head back to the lobster tent and get what we came for... (can you hear the theme music playing in my head right now?)

Bibs, check!

 Unnecessary plasticware, check!

 This guy... was damn delicious.

And for dessert: fried dough. How have I not known about this little deep fried piece of heaven? I will never eat funnel cake again. 

Amwilli couldn't resist the greatest "sunday" on earth. So great they had to spell it with a 'y'! 

One last token of remembrance... a Maine lobster roll. These New Englanders sure don't mess around when it comes to seafood. 

Thanks for having us Maine Lobster Festival-- looks like you'll be added to the list of annual events to attend. Only 351 more days til the next one. Who's coming with?