It has been one long hard winter in Maine and I for one am thankful that spring is on its way!
I will be thankful and won’t complain once when it’s 90 degrees and the humidity is 80%. Pinky swear.
But I have a problem that I need help with.
What color is my snow bank?
Is it white and brown? Or brown and blue?
Wink, wink
~The real housewives of Maine
It’s that time of year, a list of a few of my favorite Maine things!
-Bean boots-Made in Maine at LL Bean, Freeport Maine these light warm boots are great for Maine winters. I’ve had mine since 1977 they are that well made. http://www.llbean.com
-Stonewall Kitchen Roasted Onion and Garlic Jam-Made in Wells Maine this jam is great on beef, pork or chicken or just out of the jar with a spoon. http://www.stonewallkitchen.com
-Maine Maple Syrup-The best maple syrup in the US (my personal opinion) nothing better on steel-cut oatmeal. Check local Maine listing for a farm near you..Most farms will ship.
-Allagash White Beer-Made by the Allagash Brewing Company good hardy beer with a hint of citrus they come in 4 packs. www.allagash.com
-Randall Cider-Randalls Orchards Standish Maine-best cider anywhere. Randalls is in Standish Maine if you ever get a chance to try their cider I highly recommend it.
-Seabags Maine-Totes and bags made from old sails…Very cool indeed
Maine Lobster…Of course. Maine has several company’s that ship all over the united States overnight this is what a real lobster looks like right out of the ocean.
SeeaGlass Soap Company-They make felted soap from Alpaca wool great Maine gift. https://www.facebook.com/MainelyMadeSeaGlassSoap
-Wicked Whoopies-These where on Oprah. If you like whoopee pies you’re in for a treat they are awesomely sweet, sweet. My kids get a box every year they don’t last long! www.wickedwhoopies.com
-Mack Inspired Hand made Maine dog toys, dog collars and leashes for all size pets. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mack-Inspired
These are just a few Maine made products that you can order online. I have ordered from 4 of these companies for Christmas this year.
Shop Local!
~The real housewives of Maine
It’s snowing here in Maine.
8-12″ today to kick off the holiday season.
What I am thankful for this Thanksgiving…
-My grandmothers cookbooks with her hand written changes
-My grandmother crystal, silver and china for making my Thanksgiving table beautiful.
-The best apple pie recipe made with apples from my apple tree
-Squash from my garden
-Pumpkins from my garden for pumpkin pie
-My famous chocolate pie, made up by yours truly (I will post the recipe before Christmas)
-Home made stuffing from my home made bread
-Mr. turkey of course
-My kids, who enjoy my cooking
-My husband, who loves my cooking
-All my friends that have celebrated Thanksgiving with us over the years
and finally
-Wine, for getting me through it all…..
Wishing you all a very happy Thanksgiving!
~The Real Housewives of Maine
In case you missed it? American Idol was in Maine today. This is so darn exciting!!
I know a couple of people that tried out and waiting a to hear:)
Giving a shout out to all my Maine peeps!!
~This real Maine housewife~
Summer has finally arrived in Maine.
We spent my brief vacation (meaning, I had to work at least 1/2 a day everyday until Friday) It was even hot at the lake, and I forgot my camera and I was to exhausted to go back to the house to get it….Mind you it’s only a 20 minute drive.
It’s 90 degrees and the humidity level is 71%. We call that soupy weather up here.
Everyone is hot and cranky, so I caved and put the air conditioner in have it going full blast, I’m to old to suffer through this humidity anymore:(
I know I have been complaining about the weather a lot lately but this is ridiculous. Last month we couldnt get out of the 40’s now it’s in the 90’s. I’m looking for a cool 78 degrees, is that to much to ask?
The old saying in Maine is “If you don’t like the weather? Just wait a minute” Ain’t that the truth! Thundershower, rain, possible hail this afternoon, Yeah!
Oh, and to top this day off, my husband ordered wood to be delivered……One cord at a time so I can keep up with it…..I’m not sure what to say? Well I can’t really say what I want to say, so I’ll just leave it for his ears only:/
So if you need me for any reason you know where I’ll be……
And it’s done!
People in Maine and the upper 50 have done this for hundreds of years. It’s part of how we grew up, how we live.
Propain can’t keep up with the cold Maine weather. Wood pellet stoves are just for decoration as far as I’m concerned.
The only way not to freeze to death in the winter and supplement your oil heat, is wood.
A lot of transplant people learn very quickly that wood saves money during the long Maine winters.
Yes it’s dirty, yes it’s hard work and a pain when it’s 20 below and it’s cold outside. But there is nothing better than coming out of the cold into a house that has a wood fire burning.
As I read back through this post I think the heat has gotten to my head. I started with summer and gravitated to winter….
So goes the cycle of Maine life.
~The Real Housewives of Maine~
I don’t own a farm, but I live next door to one. And this is why I love rural America.
My youngest son helps out at Young’s farm a couple of days a week. He grains the calves, makes sure all the barn cats have water and hays the cows. It’s a lot of work for a 9-year-old boy (or so he tells me) I smile because he will most likely be the last of his generation to know what a working family farm is.
I won’t get on my soap box and shake my fist in furry that it’s not fair that the working family farms have to struggle so….Or maybe I should. But I won’t, but I really want to:( But I won’t.
I do think that it’s a work ethic that will be lost in a couple of generations. Rise before the sun, bed at sun set. Working in 100 degree heat and below 0 wind chill. Very few industries work in all conditions like the farmer.
So the other day I went down to take a few pictures. Farmer Walt told me to take as many as I’d like but not of him…I snuck a few of him while he wasn’t paying attention:) But I wont post them I’ll keep them close. I did get some great ones of my son and a couple of the ladies in the barn.
And of some hay
And of my son being a farm hand
And of Tyler and him goofing around
As I was trolling the barn, my son yells out watch out mom they’re cleaning the calf barn and poop!!!!!……Yeah stepped in it.
It’s not the first time and I doubt it will be the last and my habit of never wearing the right shoes haunts me everyday, new sneakers are now old sneakers. I doubt my gym friends would appreciate the smell of nature as they are working out.
But all in all a fun hour down at the farm, reliving my childhood. Loving the smell of fresh-cut hay and the just the smell of a barn.
And that my son has this experience to take with him and to keep the memories of what farming used to be like.
The only draw back is the my dog loves the farm too, and loves to role in the cow patty’s…..He desperately needs a bath, PEW!!!
~The Real Housewives of Maine
I grew up with a neighborhood full of boys, no brothers. For a long while I was the only girl in the neighborhood.
Boys are so different from girls
So when I had boys I thought I would just love them and they would not be like those really ridiculous neighborhood boys that you could triple dog dare into riding their bikes off the train bridge into the river, or eat a cat food sandwich or who you could dare to balance crow bars off there forehead and both ended up in the emergency room for stitches.
Or those rotten boys that would wait for you in the trees when it was dark and scare the living be-jesus out of you while you were walking home.
Or take your training bra off the cloths line and bring it on the bus…
Do I sound bitter?
Not my boys, my boys were not going to be like that at all.
The naivety of a first time mother, I really want those days back. Truley.
We started school vacation with a bang!
My father in-laws bought my youngest son a gas powered scooter. Now I’m thinking this will go a cool 5 miles an hour as long as he wears his helmet what can be the harm? He couldn’t get hurt doing 5 miles an hour?
So let me just say that there is very little difference between men and boys as far as for thought and what might happen? Men cannot think that far ahead. It has a motor, it will be fun.
I thought the scooter was safe.
So when my neighbor Sweetie called me and told me to come quick Cameron has fallen off the scooter and hes cut up really bad, I couldn’t imagine what he had done?
He has a nice cut up his back that’s going to leave a scare and he has hurt his ribs…I’m thinking how could this have happened? Was he messing around? Not paying attention?
Well then I got on it to bring it home.
Disclaimer: Someone could have made a lot of money on AFV and I was swearing like a pirate.
This scooter goes about 35 mph wide open, I nearly (I’m going to say it) crapped my pants when I gave it some gas……Wheeled….Landed….Went from one side of the road to the other…..Screaming….Wobbling, trying to keep myself up right. It has a handlebar throttle so the more I tried to slow down the more my body would be forced forward the faster I would go.
I was hitting bumps, going off into the ditches, at this point I’m just hanging on and had a plan that when I get to my lawn I’m just going to jump off and land where I may.
I let go of the throttle…..I kept going….The throttle was stuck, well wasn’t that just swell! I am so mad at this point, because I don’t deal well with upset at all…I’m just mad!
I finally pull the throttle all the way back and come to screeching halt, I jump off and have to run 7-8 steps before I can catch myself, and land face down in the dirt.
I am cursing my father in-law 5 ways to Sunday for buying the machine from hell, I stomp back over to the scooter pick it up and realized half the neighborhood is heading up the hill some running, some…..Well it looks like they’re laughing. Really? Laughing?
Sweetie is first to reach me and exclaim “That is the funniest thing I have ever seen!”
“Well I’m glad I could entertain you Sweetie” I said “And your never getting fried broccoli from me again!”
And all the boys were saying. “Can I try out the scooter? Will you show me how to wheelie like you did?” Uhm….No I will not!
My son was bringing up the rear, holding his side, laughing and wincing all at the same time….”Hey mom the throttle is sticking, can you fix that?”
NO, I cannot fix that, and thanks for telling me son!
“Mom, you are awesome! How did you stay on, when you hit the ditch? Can you show me how to do that?”
I threw up my hands, picked up the scooter and walked to the barn thinking…
My boys are those same boys (SIGH) someone is going to triple dog dare them and they are going to do it. They are going to eat a cat food sandwich for a $1.00 and show their scars as badges of honor…
Boys are different from girls.
I went in poured myself a glass of wine, trying to get my wits about me and salvage what was left of my pride. I listened to all the neighborhood boys laugh at my antics and Sweetie defending me, Sweetie the only girl in the group. Sweetie, who will be triple dog daring every one of those boys to eat a cat food sandwich:)
Because girls are different from boys:)
The upper 50 know what this means, so for all you southerners you’re in for a lesson in spring in Maine
Mud season is from April 1st to sometime in May. This would all depend on the snow melt, temperature and snow accumulation and then snow melt again.
This is my least favorite time of year in Maine, Why, you might ask? MUD and SAND!
Mothers around New England curse these two things.
We get so much snow and ice, the towns sand the roads, a lot!
Sand gets in you driveway, in your garage, on your porch…I swear someone dumps it in my mud room every night.
Mud room-meaning-an entry way or room that mud and sand are a constant from April to May…
Mine isn’t’ technically a room, its my barn, but I don’t know what I would do without it.
These are my boots and two of my daughters boot and my youngest son’s boots…This is what we have to wear in the spring, at least they have made them a little more attractive for women:) Mine are the leopard print, purrrrr,
And this another serious problem,
This is my truck, It was washed 2 weeks ago…..
I guess I deserve it not keeping it cleaner, it could be worse it could say wash me…or kick me or worse things like POOP. You laugh, I drove around for 3 days with that on the tailgate until some nice woman came over to me in the grocery store parking lot and told me. Yeah, my kids are great….
And I was going to wash it today, but it’s going to rain tomorrow, so I’ll just park it outside and let mother nature rinse it off. Friday is another day.
~The way life should be
It’s a tradition in the great state of Maine to have Maple Sunday…
The third Sunday in March, local Maine sugar houses from Madawaska to Kittery have an early pancake breakfast to sample the amazing bounty produced by Maine maples trees (Vermont has nothing on us)
You can then move on to the store and try some more maple syrup with vanilla ice cream, maple candy and maple sugar… Then move on to the boiling room where all the magic happens.
The local Maine farmers have capitalized on this wonderful day, usually having animals to pet, wagon rides and hay pyramids for the kids to climb
When I was a kids you just went to the farm next door with a bowl of vanilla ice cream and ask for a little on the top…Very fond memories indeed.
My neighbor still boils sap in his barn. We supply him with sap from our trees and we get about a half-gallon worth of Maple syrup, that lasts us about a year.
Maple syrup never goes bad……Just a little FYI
So if your up in our neck of the woods, try some real Maine Maple Syrup, you won’t be disappointed:)