I've been meaning to get around to this for a while, and hopefully once I get out of my current job and into something with somewhat human hours I can start writing relatively regularly again (just 2 more weeks).Now, to be fair, before I met R my idea of a great dinner was putting frozen shrimp in a pot of ramen. I was really proud of myself for that one, so inventive. She's the one who taught me how to taste, who showed me what real cooking can be, and how much fun it can be. I never grilled before I met her, now it's my favorite thing to listen to John Sterling call a Yankees game in the back, grill flaming away, beer in hand. I use the beer to time my grilling, if you were wondering.
All that said, I really feel like R captured our culinary experiences in Maine beautifully, and I'm hoping she's planning another post to describe the lobster pound we basically maxed our credit cards at 3 days in a row (hint). I don't feel there's a ton I can add about the food, so I'm going to talk about the beer instead.
Being a fan of craft brewing, I love living in the northeast. R kind of humors me when we go on vacation, we always look up and visit at least one brewery near wherever we're staying even though she doesn't really drink. Win-win for me, since at tastings I get to drink hers too if I like it. Here, in order of visit, are the breweries in Maine we've visited and my thoughts on their brews:
