There are only two things that aren’t good about a hot biscuit with butter melting upon it.

“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.

I love cake.

Just the thought of eating cake makes me happy.

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.

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.