There are only two things that aren’t good about a hot biscuit with butter melting upon it.
Is anyone else wondering what happened to old-fashioned manners? Probably many are just too mannerly to say so.
Go see the student art: I am a firm believer that it is a good thing for young students of the arts – music, theater, visual art, or otherwise – to have opportunities to display their creative endeavors to the wider public. Such things as recitals, school plays, and art exhibits in public places give kids a chance to see what it is like to be taken seriously as an artist, to feel what it is like to have a public response to what they have created.
“Good boy, Toby. Good boy.”
I have found myself saying that many times over the past two years.
I wrote about torture pie a while ago, but most of you have probably forgotten – or never read it in the first place.
Folks, this week I want to tell you about my friend Charlie. In last week’s scribblin’s, I had wished him well, as sickness had taken him down. Well, my friend Charlie Herrick passed on Thursday of last week. After the battle he waged against his illness, I feel relief that at least he is not in pain anymore, but sadness too, as he will be missed by many.
The holidays are over, but there’s still time to eat fattening, unhealthy, delicious food without guilt. You can start feeling guilty next week. Or next month. Meanwhile, make yourselves a fattening, delectable breakfast: Swedish pancakes.
The 100th column: LCN web and graphic designer Amber Clark recently pointed out to me that this particular column is my 100th. I began writing “Lincoln County Artsbeat” two years ago, back in early 2017 – Jan. 5, to be exact.
I love cake.
Just the thought of eating cake makes me happy.
Happy 2019: The coming year promises to be a good one for this California transplant. I’ve been in Maine – in Lincoln County – almost three years and have scoped out a number things I like to do here on a regular basis. And there are still a lot of things I have yet to check out.
Salads, as healthy and often delicious as they are, in the grand scheme of food, they can be near the bottom of the list of coveted dishes on a menu.
Arts-focused cafe opens in downtown Waldoboro: The mouthwatering smell of pumpkin scones being baked permeated the air as Charlotte Davenhill, the owner of Tidemark Gallery & Cafe in Waldoboro, chatted with me last Friday afternoon, Dec. 14.
Munson was considered elderly when I met him. His owners, who obviously loved him despite any faults he may have had, described him as “anxious.” Now, to be fair, they did give me “that” look when they said it, so I should have known that was them saying the kindest thing they could about their beloved canine, but it took me a day or two to catch on.
Samuel Waters came to Newcastle from England. He probably came first to Massachusetts, as he married Mary Kennedy of Bridgewater, Mass. He purchased 200 acres of land in Newcastle at the head of Dyer’s Neck, where it stretched in an uneven pattern from river to river, according to the Rev. David Quimby Cushman in his “History of Ancient Sheepscot and Newcastle.” No date is given for his birth or when he came to Maine but his oldest children were born in the 1760s, when he was, undoubtedly, a young man so he probably was born around 1740.