Hhmmmmm.... It could happen.
PS. If this makes no sense to you... you may need to go back and read a blog or two. :)
Hhmmmmm.... It could happen.
PS. If this makes no sense to you... you may need to go back and read a blog or two. :)
The other seasonal perk I took part in this week was the consumption of freshly picked mussels from the Narrows of Western Bay. That is to say, off the beach at the camp ground. Wading out in the muck can be either ankle or knee deep depending on the tide. It is much easier at the ankle but watching the tourist get a mouthful of salt water reaching for mussels at knee deep is rather entertaining.
Anyway, our workamper mates dropped by about six dozen freshly gathered and cleaned mussels for us today. It is a shame Ruth won’t eat any… I suppose I will have to choke down her share… if I must.
Cooking mussels or clams is the easiest thing you’ll ever cook. My favorite is steamed. I had a bottle of dark ale left and added a tablespoon of minced garlic, any 3 dozen mussels in a pot on the grill. Bring to boil and steam until the shells open. Some people like to stir them up and continue until they are all open. I can’t wait… I guess I don’t have to wait. I eat them as they open… a little butter and lemon and I am in heaven. I am getting so spoiled on this fresh seafood I may never be able to order it at a restaurant off the coast again. Excuse me as I channel Frogger, “This is Yummer Dummers!”.
Lastly, some of the blog watchers have asked for pictures of our camp. I completely forget about that since we are “living” here rather than visiting for a few days. The Bar Harbor KOA has two locations a mile apart, Oceanside and Woodlands side. We reside on the Woodland side. I must admit that I was a little disappointed at first. I had visions of greeting each morning by stepping out onto the beach with my coffee and smelling the salt air. In the end, I am happier our little forest oasis. Our campers are mostly tenters and as such are the campfire / hiking’ type rather Fred and Ethel in the 40’ bus that complain endlessly about the mosquitoes. Anyway, I’ve included pictures of our seasonal neighborhood so to speak for your enjoyment.
Sign / Slogan of the day as heard on the weather radio: “Don’t Drown, Turn Around.” This was the public announcement urging people not to drive into flood waters. It doesn’t sound as funny to me right now but Ruth and I had a good chuckle. This would make sense to you when you realize that they have islands here that... rather than building a bridge, they wait until low tide and drive over… every day. Can you imagine your work or mail schedule being based on low tide. Only in Maine. Lol.
Until the next installment...
peace, luv, and sea creature (edible or otherwise),
barbie