Post by Grubb.
Barry and Deidre took us on marsh walk along a narrow pier that looked above sinuous water carved reedy patches where crabs burrowed into the mud. Stepping on the donor-inscribed wooden slats towards the lookout at the end of the pier, I started to feel like I was in the opening sequence of a Stephen King movie as a series of one-legged men passed by going in the opposite direction.
Then we wended our way bayside for lobster rolls at the high-rise boat-parking marina where there was a tip jar for cooks.
And finally, a trek to Annie’s Crannies. Annie, a theater costumer Deidre worked with in the 80s, owns and operates a cranberry bog. The bog is divided into two long fields with a row of beehives lined up like tall Japanese pagoda lanterns at the end.
The carpet of low spongy cranberry growth was beginning to bud with red berries.
The beehives were buzzing.
Annie’s tool shed cum product pantry had harvesting rakes and a wooden threshing machine with a conveyor belt and separating table. Wooden crates were stacked up waiting for berries in bulk. There were tables where jars of honey were arranged along with a baskets of soap wrapped in ribbons. Annie has a farm and she is in business.
I gather you felt that the lobster roll was worth the wait. In Maine you can even get them at (selected) McDonald’s. I doubt that those measure up.
The lobster roll was delicious. We will be sampling in Maine for sure.
What is a lobster roll? (I could look it up, of course, but curious to know how you’d describe it.)
A lobster roll is a chunky mayonnaise-laced lobster salad unsuccessfully wrapped in a piece of white bread. It usually comes with fries and Cole slaw.