"Language exerts hidden power, like a moon on the tides." ~Rita Mae BrownAugust 26: Slept in a bit and dug through my load of emails. Found a whole bunch of emails that my computer had sent to my "spam" folder. Oops! Sorry about the late replies.
Met Portsmouth Brewery's Head Brewer, Tod Mott, and his wife Galen in the pub in the afternoon. We tried a bunch of Tod's beers and had some really nice appetizers, including maple and bacon wrapped scallops. (Photo above, L to R: Teri, Tod and Galen.)
Then I followed Tod and Galen in the brewery's red pick-up truck to their home in rural Maine. We sat outside and admired the country twilight and enjoyed cocktails and appetizers. Then we moved to the screened-in porch for a lovely simple dinner of Italian sausages with grilled peppers and onions.
I got lost on the way back to Portsmouth. The country roads in Maine don't always have road signs or names. After several miles I turned around and luckily was able to find Tod and Galen's house again. Then I followed Tod to the highway, and it was all clear sailing from there back to the brewpub.
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Don't feel bad about getting lost Teri. Did you see the words of wisdom at Smuttynose.com, the "Driving to the Brewery" page: "Warning: street signs are as common as hen's teeth in New England. We'll give you the street names, but don't count on there being a sign." Actually, you'd think that old red truck could find it's own way to the brewpub! Take care ~Rich
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