If there hadn’t been lobster, I don’t know how I would have survived. Two weekends ago, I hit the road with fellow blogger and dear friend, Jules.
As you can see, we were very excited to visit Maine, but deliriously excited to see Darla of She’s a Maineiac fame. Jules and I were full of optimism and adventure as we put wheels to pavement (<— that’s what we writers call foreshadowing). We sailed through New Jersey, New York, and even the worst travel state of all, Connecticut. But in Massachusetts, the car wobbled and weaved, so I pulled over.
One day, two bottles of champagne, five accommodating Toyota employees, four tires, and four expensive (but ugly) rims later, Jules and I made it to Maine. (For a more detailed and entertaining account of this story, visit Jules’ blog by clicking here: Maine: The Best Worst Trip Ever.)
So when one has experienced a debacle of epic proportions, been stranded at a Holiday Inn Express, and is in need of a little TLC, where does one go? To Linda Bean’s Maine Kitchen in Freeport, obviously! All I wanted was a glass of wine and some local Maine lobster. Linda did not disappoint me. I ordered a novelty item called Lobstickles. Yes, you read that right. LOBSTICKLES – a lobster tail popsicle marinated with tarragon and grilled to perfection. Things were definitely looking up!
The next morning, Jules and I woke up to freezing rain, no coffee, and no Darla. She was being held captive by a frozen driveway and plummeting temperatures . Rather than risk a no-caffeine headache, Jules and I took my new tires for a spin and ventured to town. Once there, we walked the ice-riddled brick sidewalks, waiting for the shops to open.
Seeing as it was only 9:30 am, we also needed breakfast. A tiny building caught my eye. Jules and I walked by it several times, trying to determine their opening time and hoping they served lobster omelettes. They weren’t open; they didn’t sell lobster omelettes; but the shopkeeper opened his doors anyway and made us lobster rolls. For the second day in a row, lobster made the day much brighter.
With lobster in our belly, Jules and I were ready to meet Darla for lunch. Where we ate more lobster.
Darla was happy to see us, despite our 24-hour tardiness. (If you’d like to read a hilarious account of her endless waiting and our eventual meet-up, visit Darla’s blog by clicking here: Bloggers Gone (Mainely) Wild.)
The rest of the trip flew by – we laughed, we drank gin, we talked about blogging, we discussed life. We became better friends. And remember that lobster omelette I was wanting? It happened. At the Freeport Cafe. Eating that omelette, plump with bright red lobster claws (my favorite part) made saying goodbye to Darla and Jules slightly easier.
Have you ever met a blogging friend in real life? Was lobster involved?