Ahhh……

   For the next two weeks we have the use of a tiny cottage on Joshua Cove, not a long drive from here.  Today I’m bringing Ruby and maybe Torch to the cove, and I think I’ll throw Frasier in the Jeep  too.  I want to see how he takes to the water.  I’ve gotten permission from the owners, who are truly lovely people, to bring him to the cottage with me on occasion for this purpose.  Ruby is not a big kayak and he is a bit of a wuss, not sure how this is gonna go. Years ago I took Bailey kayaking..that’s the white fluff ball on the left… she had a life jacket that had a “handle” along the back part of it.  If it were sunny and hot out… I’d dunk her in the water and she’s tread for a minute and then I’d lift her back up. Fraiser is too heavy and too nervous to do that with, but I just gotta see if he’s a seafaring dog.  Wish me luck!  I might get tossed in the drink.

  Last night we had a lovely grill dinner and wine as we watched a big family party of people next door rafting and boating and tubing and drinking and drinking :-).

 It’s a new day, all – 
Make it a good one!

They don’t make them like they used to

 We went to an antique car show on Sunday morning.
Come take a stroll down memory lane….

The truck above had this Sept. 14,  1939  paper in it…

Our friend Colin,
who won first place in his division that day with his Camaro – 
Herbie~!

My Favorite…

A souped up Falcon
I think someone should start making these modified camper deals
from old car bodies…
how awesome is that!

It even has a tiny potty! 

The original Adam-12 squad car

Something that really stood out as we oggled over all these
awesome time machines…
They don’t make them like they used to.
Think about it…. 50 years from now,
what will an antique car show look like?
Are you going to walk among and reminisce over rows of 2012 Jeep Overlanders,
Nissan Pathfinders, Toyota Tundras, Ford Explorers,
Camrys, Accords,  Fusions, Mitzubishi anything? 
The same could be said for housing. 
*sigh*
We did buy a vehicle before heading home…
couldn’t resist and the price was right…

Overcast perfection

  I took Ruby and my good camera out for a paddle yesterday morning
on the Menunketesuck River in Clinton, Ct.
The weather was overcast and the air was still…
a perfect combination  for glass-like photography.
I love this photo.. may try to paint it. 
  
A juvenille Osprey
The Menunketesuck flows out into Long Island sound, so there are seagulls….
…blue crabs…
and hundreds of thousands of fiddler crabs,
shy for the camera.
Do you see them? 
I could live here happily, I think…
…or here. This place just needs a little love.
 If you haven’t given kayaking a try yet, 
I highly recommend it. Great exercise at your own pace,
and you’ll get a view of your neck o’s the woods and waterways 
that you would otherwise never see. 
It’s a beautiful thing. 

Good Dog

Hey local peeps!  Some of you know how much I love Martha’s Vineyard and one of my favorite stores/restaurant/bakery is The Black Dog, which originated on the Vineyard. I still have a BD t-shirt from a 1999 visit.    They have now branched out, and there are Black Dog stores in many places, not just the Vineyard.   The history of the Black Dog is legendary on island, and is the true essence of the place. For info on the founding of the Black Dog Tavern, click HERE.    Kinda hard for me to love the satellite stores that have popped up in other areas.  A visit to the original store and restaurant with a little history of the place and you’d understand what I mean.  It’s the vibe you don’t get anywhere else… the experience…and ofcourse.. the story of the original black dog.   exerpts from a story book…

“When a nor’easter blasts an island harbor, an orphaned black puppy finds shelter with the reluctant Captain Douglas, who vows, “This berth is only for tonight.” But when a neighbor promises to find a permanent owner, the captain agrees to foster the dog. As Captain Douglas prepares his topsail schooner for a six-month voyage, the unnamed dog wreaks havoc at home–shredding sails, knocking down a scrimshaw, chewing up charts and “piddling” on the oriental rug. At last the frustrated captain brings the dog to the harbor, where she proves herself an able sea-goer: “She knew where to go when the boat was coming about. She knew which side was to leeward.” The bond is set.” 

 This particular black dog became the mascot for the tavern, opened in 1971.
Original photo below.
Her  image is now depicted as a black lab most often, but she was a mutt,
and a stray mutt to boot. I’m thinking lab mixed with something else,
as is evident in the logo you see in so many places, made in her image. 

Anyway.. the Black Dog here in Mystic, CT put out this flyer, and I think it’s awesome. If you’re local and looking for a dog, give the Waterbury pound pups a chance.. Happens TODAY!!  see info below.

Looking for a new best four-legged friend? You may just find one at the Mystic Black Dog General Store. Tomorrow, June 8 from 11 to 4 pm adoptable dogs from the Waterford-East Lyme ACO are visiting the store. 10% of our Mystic Store sales that day will be donated to the ACO. So come on down and enjoy the fun.

Beach roses & Ben

  I’m trying to figure out how to steal a few beach roses from the State Park Beach we are lucky enough to have just down the road a piece.  How much trouble would you get in if you were caught in the act?.. hmm…

   I took Ben for a walk yesterday as the clouds starting rolling in due to Tropical Storm Andrea way down in Florida.

 If I could bottle that smell  of Rosa Rugosa, a species of rose native to Asia,  I would send you all a little…it’s the most heavenly scent if you’re not familiar with it.  As we walked down the sandy lane, the smell lifted and swirled with the sea breeze and  I thought.. even a troubled soul would feel tranquility here.

The roses come in several shades from white to deep fuchsia..
and I noticed they were vibrant and abundant this year.
Hurricane Sandy sandblasted them  and
I figured they were decimated.. but it turns out they were rejuvenated.
Nature has its ways and means, you know.
Unfortunately for us, dogs aren’t allowed on the beach from May through September.
We took a peek anyway…
…sat on this beautiful piece of driftwood..wish I could lug it home
to my seaside real estate garden.
…and I thought of how I could do the stealing… of just one plant or two.
Ben took a drink at the dog spicket ( I just love that.)
There is a spicket for people and dogs on a road to  Gay Head (Aquinnah)
on Marthas Vineyard .. a warm extension to people passing by.
This gesture always warms my heart when I see it in a public place.  
Ben is now five years old… mid-middle age for a Great Dane.
Due to their size, their life span is relatively short.
Eight years is old for a Dane.
This makes me very sad.
I see him beginning to slow down and I rue the day…..
not even going there.
This is my buddy right here…
If I could give every person the comfort and companionship of a good dog,
the world would be a better place for sure.
Let’s go home, Ben. We’ve got some leftover steak in the fridge
and it has your name on it.  
 

Opening Day – Coventry Regional Farmers Market

If you’re local and you’ve never been,
Yankee Magazine voted it the best Farmers Market in New England.
What a great way to spend a beautiful summer Sunday –
June through October, 11 – 2, Nathan Hale Homestead, Coventry, CT
K and I went this morning,
and I will admit to you right here that I consumed two cider sugar donuts,
an iced mulled berry cider,
a crepe,  and on the way out? a slice of the coconut cake you will see in the photos below.
Disgusting, I know I know I know.
Sometimes, ya just gotta do what ya gotta do.
I did buy kale and strawberries to balance it out 🙂
You could hold these two adorables, one in each hand.
That’s how small they were.  I was tempted to tuck them in my market bag, yes I was.  

An adorable Alpaca face…

Dogs everywhere, but well controlled and polite.
When I see other Danes I realize just how very big Ben is compared to most.
We really did let a horse in the house when we brought him home.
This one is about 60 lbs.  lighter.
Kettle corn, enough  to feed a nation.
Lots of beautiful produce…
Some very colorful people…
Fiber artists…
Chickens!!!….
This is one beautiful rooster.. I think they said it was a phoenix.
Very friendly.
Plenty of vendors, lots of room for walking.
The Nathan Hale Homestead…
where this all takes place..
I got some of these…
..and ate a slice of this….
K had one of these…
molasses crinkles
Iced berry cider in a travel mason jar.  YUM…
There was some crepe consuming…
 ..and some bread buying.
 Finally, some old barn admiring on the ride home.
 It’s all good.

It’s all about the Pizza

   Although we’re attempting to lose some weight here at This Old House, Mike and I had a hankering for some good New Haven pizza after a garden supply run at the nearby Agway yesterday.   Having grown up in New York, I was spoiled with the abundance of rich ethnic foods like awesome pizza, chinese food, and bagels like you can’t get anywhere else.  When I moved to Connecticut, I missed it dearly, I won’t lie.  New Haven Pizza, however, comes close and apparently has a culture all it’s own.

 “ New Haven-style pizza, locally known as apizza, is a style of Neapolitan pizza common in and around New Haven, Connecticut. It originated at the Frank Pepe Pizzeria Napoletana, in business since the 1920’s… and is now served in many other pizza restaurants in the area, most notably Sally’s Apizza, Bar Bru Room, Grand Apizza, and Modern Apizza. This geographically limited pizza style has gained considerable culinary and historical importance. What sets New Haven-style pizza apart from other styles is its unusually thin crust. Brick or occasionally high temperature gas oven cooking bakes the crust to a very crispy shell (often burnt black in spots, desirably known as “the char” but leaves the inside soft and chewy”

   Frank Pepe’s is the most well known, but we are firm believers that the best pie in New Haven can be found at Modern Pizza… operating since the 1930’s!

If you come to any of these establishments during peak hours, you might wait an
hour or so for seating. The pizza is so good, there are always people willing to wait.
  We usually stop in just short of peak, like 4:00 on a Saturday
afternoon, so there is no wait time.
The Veggie Bomb! (available with gluten free crust)
Traditional pepperoni and Mootz – YUM.
We always bring something home too….

Some fun pizza facts:

94 percent of Americans eat pizza regularly

93 percent of Americans have eaten pizza in the last month

The highest-grossing single-unit independent pizzeria in the nation, Moose’s Tooth Pub and Pizzeria, is in Anchorage , Alaska. Its annual sales are approximately $6 million.

There are approximately 61,269 pizzerias in the United States

Pizza comes from the latin root word Picea which means the blackening of crust by fire.

Domino’s Pizza is the world leader in delivery

Pizza Deliverers claim women are better tippers

Most expensive pizza created was made by the restaurateur Domenico Crolla who created a $2,745.00 priced Valentine pizza which included toppings such as sunblush-tomato sauce, Scottish smoked salmon, medallions of venison, edible gold, lobster marinated in the finest cognac and champagne-soaked caviar

 So, spill it.  When was the last time you had pizza?  How often do you eat pizza? What are your favorite toppings?

Lunch Date and a High Five

 High praise to all of you who left thoughtful and respectful comments on the previous post, regardless of where you stand on the issue. I’m often sad over the state of things all over the world and I wonder how a person with little significance like myself can make any kind of difference, aid in any way toward positive change.  Well, conversations like the one we just had is one way we can all make a difference in a very big way.  By changing the way we all communicate. Every step in the right direction paves the road to a better world, and I thank you.

The Mr. and I had a lunch date at Mystic Pizza

bottom pizza – the Mediteranean – artichoke, roasted red pepper, spinach, garlic, red onion

I could live here….

This shot was taken at about 25 mph while hanging arms out window because
someone has no patience when I want to stop and take a shot.
Not bad for a drive-by.

She’s a brick…..house….
she’s mighty mighty…
(anyone know the next line?)

I hope I’ve got you singing that song now, still one of my favorites
from when – we were young – the lyrics and tune elevate you, it can’t be helped
it’s gritty and funky and fun.
Trains run all along our shoreline, often right along the water –

Many Mystic homes in the historic district have widows walks…
According to Wikipedia if you’re interested…
A widow’s walk also known as a “widow’s watch” (or roofwalk) is a railed rooftop platform often with a small enclosed cupola frequently found on 19th-century North American coastal houses. A popular romantic myth holds that the platform was used to observe vessels at sea. The name is said to come from the wives of mariners, who would watch for their spouses’ return, often in vain as the ocean took the lives of the mariners, leaving the women widows.[1] In other coastal communities, the platforms were called Captain’s Walk, as they topped the homes of the more successful captains; supposedly, ship owners and captains would use them to search the horizon for ships due in port.

A pink house is always whimsical –
 and just look at the trim details…
This restaurant is actually painted the color of  the deep blue-purple
you see in oyster and muscle shells, my picture doesn’t do it justice.
I bet the food is spectacular.
…and that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
It’s a new day, folks – make it a good one.