We All Scream for Ice Cream

Yesterday it was Coffee Oreo. And while I had ordered an adult small, I still ended up with a pint of homemade ice cream shoved into paper cup. The kids both got kid-sized servings, but they weren’t considerable smaller than what I received. Out of the dozens of flavors offered at Kimball Farm here in Carlisle, I think I’ve tried 6 and none of them disappoint (although my husband has encountered an odd flavor here and there). Nobody, and I do mean nobody, can beat their strawberry frappe with chocolate ice cream – a frozen treat I was never able to get off the east coast. They just opened at the beginning of the month and we’ve already been 5 or 6 times. It’s going to be a long summer…

Patriot’s Day 2013

~ This is how our Patriot’s Day began – a beautiful, crisp morning in Concord watching a reenactment of a skirmish between the Red Coats and Minutemen followed by a parade, watched from atop a stone wall. The rest of the day was spent in disbelief and horror, watching and reading news about the explosions at the Boston Marathon. I still can’t really process it and how people can do this to each other. The city will never be quite the same for me.

Lobster Hut

I’m sure there will come a day I can make the 90 minute trip to Plymouth without stopping at my beloved Lobster Hut to buy a clam strip roll and onion rings, but yesterday was not that day. Having eaten at this place off and on for 30 plus years I can say it still doesn’t disappoint. While I am no longer interested in the clam bellies and the nastiness they contain, the strips have not lost their luster. Next time I think I’ll actually indulge in a lobster roll and coleslaw.