what ive been up to [part 2]

the most important part of any day is food time.  followed very closely by sleep time.

things ive cooked lately: jalapeno sour cream mac and cheese, spicy coconut curry noodle soup, [frozen] dumplings and [steamed] chicken buns, rum cakes and pumpkin whoopie pies [to be featured in a later post for my roaring 20's birthday party!], chocolate whiskey bread pudding, and butternut squash fennel chorizo chicken sausage soup

scarborough beach state park

somewhere on route 1 it is fall already

massacre pond - the gateway to the beach.  sounds terrifying, but its gorgeous and reminds me of new zealand

adventures in biddeford - peace be with you

...and also with you.  let us pray... that this is the end of my long drawn-out series on biddeford.  hark.  it is.

last but not least, the st joseph's rectory.  home to ... i have no idea how many priests or clergy from when and how.  the high school tour guides had absconded by the time we arrived.  the couple seemingly guarding the house said "isnt this a lovely old house?  we know nothing about it".

ditto.  

adventures in biddeford - brief architectural respite and no words

adventures in biddeford - but you can't turn back time

the original mill clock tower in biddeford is nearly out of time.  [see what i did there?]  so many other puns, but the owner has until september 2nd to move the "eyesore" of the property.  according to our reluctant high school tour guides, the innards and the weather vane were stripped and sold in the 80s.  all that remains a is weathered facade of a somewhat structurally unsound room. 

adventures in biddeford - where theres a mill there's a way

according to some mad googling skills, the biddeford mill was last owned by west point stevens, which still prevails as a global textile producer and was known as west point pepperell or WPP.  vellux blankets were produced in biddeford from 1966 to 2009.  after a considerably rocky progression from hydroelectric power to mechanization, the passage of both world wars, globalization, hence the western [...] lion and the eastern dragon making a modified griffin, and a slight revival of production in 2005, the last mill building closed its doors in 2009.

adventures in biddeford - and behind door number 1

last weekend a coworker and i ventured out to biddeford.  a former mill town, now pretty much back in the great depression [and incredibly depressing], struggling to keep drug dealers out of parks, stopping meth heads from burning down their own houses, and preventing stabbings and shootings.  but a rich and colorful history prevails and the heart of biddeford is trying their damnedest to make it a thriving economic wonder.  best of luck.

food and stuff

wagon wheel pasta stuck together in the colander.  because i'm a child and i eat white pasta with butter and cheese.

cemetery dq sunset

one gorgeous august evening while debating if i should get some ice cream or get some exercise... i remembered both was an option!  i live .8 miles from a dairy queen.  DANGEROUS.  i drove a couple times when it was 94 degrees.  but i decided the sun was just setting, the temperature was a balmy 70 and humidity was barely noticeable. 

organization in rainbow order

after years of storing my nail polish in bins where i couldnt find any particular color on the first try, i gave in and bought a nail polish holder.  this one to be exact.  i then promptly sat it on the floor in the hallway between my bedroom and the bathroom for about 3 months.  i kept thinking i would finish the dungeon-like wall of horror, but ADD and other such things have caught up with me, and it is still half plastered and about 30% complete.  i also need to borrow a shopvac so i stop taking years off the life of my dyson.  so i primed the unfinished wall in the hallway, drilled some holes, and after much pomp and circumstance, finally hung up the rack. 

food and pretty things

in case you dont follow me on the fb or the ig... here are some pictures of food.

portland farmer's market

doors of portland

victoria mansion [due to bureaucracy ... no photos inside.  wahh]

what do you call a baby frog?

just for you.  the tiniest frog ever and my terrible 2 week old manicure.

two lights. yet again.

welp i think ive now posted pictures of this beach/shoreline twice on the blog.  but its still gorgeous and i am in complete awe every time i go.  the only unfortunate part was it was a perfectly balmy 75 degrees and breezy after two freak 95 degree days... and i got so incredibly burned i'm surprised my entire back hasnt peeled off by now.  and there was pain.  so much unable-to-move-shoulders-and-upper-back pain.

playing in a cemetery

not really playing.  weeding, planting flowers, rolling in the grass, having a day off from work to volunteer, and generally enjoying the most gorgeous day weve had all freakin spring

book acquisition

new books!  well.. new to me!  used ones i found in the library book sale.  cos it was mother's day...so i went to the library [her library] with my librarian mother and she bought me some books..  make sense of that. 

what lies beneath

probably the creepiest movie i ever voluntarily watched.  i avoid ghosty/haunting/tub drowning/psychological thrillers at all costs.  but i digress.

what lies beneath layers of painted-over wallpaper?

secret asian forests!

the end of restaurant week

only posted a week or two late..  and pretty much entirely out of order

further adventures in portland

on the request of the seester's boyfriend, we ventered into both coast city comics and casablanca comics.  according to him [this was maybe my second time in a comic book store...ever] coast city was more what he was looking for - slightly dingy, underground, a little hipster, but dear god not so terribly mainstream like casablanca. 

saturday farmer's market

no real need for explanations.  indoor winter market.  admire the colorful veggies and stuff.