T Stands for First Lobster Roll of the Season

 

Himself read that someone on the town Facebook page was asking where to get to the best lobster roll. There were quite a few suggestions, but JP's Pub in Westboro (of if you're fancy, Westborough) came up.

We were going to be in Westboro at an appointment so decided to go a little early and stop for lunch. It wasn't the best day to have lobster. It was cloudy and chilly, but we had our minds set for lobster roll.

JP's is a little hole in the wall located in the Ocean Stat Job Lots plaza. The place was cozy, decorated with sports memorabilia and a popular spot for weebles (old people). We fit right in.

The restaurant  had an extensive menu and the lobster roll was a daily special. It came with a choice of Cole slaw or French fries (crisps). I had the fries.

This lobster roll was lobster salad. Lobster meat mixed with celery and mayonnaise. I usually prefer my lobster roll with lobster and a side of drawn butter. Lobster salad is usually more celery and mayonnaise mixed with a little, shredded lobster.

JP's lobster roll was the opposite. There were generous chunks of lobster and not too much mayonnaise. (I'm not a big fan of mayonnaise) It was all packed into a New England hot dog roll. (The opening is on the top instead of the side)

The restaurant didn't have an Arnold Palmer (half lemonade and half iced tea), but the waitress said she could make it for me. 

The only down-side was the restaurant only took cash. There was nothing about cash only on the website or the door of the restaurant so you didn't find out you needed cash until the bill came and the waitress said we don't take debit or credit cards. There was an ATM at the back of the restaurant so we were able to get cash. The ATM fee was $1.00 so not too bad. 

Other than not knowing about cash only, it was a very nice lunch.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.

Monet and Me

 

were surprised when Miro decided to show off the date panel for the baby gift.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

 

Alpine Bells and a Wish caught in the avalanche

Iris

How does your garden grow?

Happy, Little, Time Wasters

 

For Robin

Yo Yo Ma and the Honkers

The Friday Five Good Things

 Five good things that happened this week.

1. You know it's a going to be a good day when the kitties don't hurl in the nightstand drawer.

2. I finished the baby gift and submitted it to the All staff, faculty, and docent art show.

3. A chilly, rainy day Chicken and Dumplings hit the spot.

4. Himself brought most of the groceries in so I wouldn't get drenched by the rain.

5. I picked up some bite size brownies to take to Teague for the weekly visit. They were soooo gooood

How was your week?

TBT Reprint from CJ's Whine and Cheeze

  In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.

At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Let The Sun Shine

This little tidbit is about my weeble neighbor, Prissy, and the arrangement we have with regards to trash pick up. Rather than spend the amount of money the town wanted us to pay for a permit plus special bags to haul our own trash, we decided to contract with a waste management company. Since Prissy has such a teensy bag of trash, I told her she might as well put hers with ours. Every Sunday night or Monday morning, I would go over have a fast cup of tea and collect her trash. When she has some do ri me, she kindly kicks some our way towards the bill. Two weeks ago, our trash pick up day was changed from Monday afternoon to early Thursday morning. We had Prissy put her trash on her front stoop Wednesday night and when Himself got home from karate and T'ai Chi classes, he would go over to pick up the garbage.

Prissy called me to go over for tea this afternoon. It was a dreary, rainy day and I figured she wanted a little bit of company. We chatted as she set the tea things out. Bits of this and that. After an hour, I got up to leave.

"Oh, wait before you go." She brought out a plate of muffins. "I baked these for Himself. He's been so kind coming to get my trash." She held the offering and beamed.

Hello! Who picked up your trash for over a year on Sunday nights or Monday mornings? Through rain or snow and dark of night, weaving and dodging the peeping eyes of the Leaf Lady, I was ever faithful and stayed my rounds. Prissy never baked muffins for me! What is it with mothers and sons, even if they are adopted? Weebles, you can't win for losing. Well, Himself and I had a good laugh and enjoyed the muffins. When Himself bent to retrieve a muffin liner that fell on the floor, the sun came out.

Doodling for Stress Reduction

 

On Mondays via Zoom, I participate in a class where we spend a half an hour doodling our stress away. 

The suggestion for the class began with a quote from artist, Paul Klee. "A line is a dot that went for a walk." The doodle began with a border and a scribble. In the round or oval shapes, to draw petal shapes. The space behind the petals could be colored black or some other color.

We are always free to interpret the instructions as we wish. I wrote out the quote and then drew the petal shapes as flowers.