How quickly a year passes. I loved this arrangement at a Tides Institute gathering last summer.
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I’ve been mispronouncing it all along
The name of the reservation, I mean. The opening S is supposed to sound more like a Z.
As for the tribe? The anglicized version demonstrates how tin-eared most Americans have been throughout history. Makes me wonder what else has been lost in translation.
We’re surrounded by water, salty water, on our island
Eastport’s on the island to the left. Keep an eye out for gale warnings, too.
Sleigh bells passed down
These belonged to the wonder horse Prince, who appears in my genealogical blog Orphan George. As a figure in our family, he was owned by my grandfather, who picked him up from two older brothers in succession. And now they’re going on to my daughters. Bet they cost a pretty penny, back in the day.
Pork tenderloin medallions
Incredibly tender and tasty, served here with rice, a carrot salad, and fresh parsley. In case you’re looking for a dependable holiday hit.
What’s in the air
And on the ground, too
At the noodle house
Have I mentioned I love Japanese cuisine? This is at the ramen soup restaurant in Bangor.
Buddy board at Horn Run
Remembered fresh tastes of summer
As fresh and sweetly tender as it gets.
This one’s with basil.
Even the croutons were homemade. Not so, the cheese or sunflower seeds.
Once more, on schedule
Jnana's Red Barn 