We're in Maine again! While the clam chowder (white, not red, of course) was certainly worth the plane fare, we really came to Maine because my little brother came home from a two year mission in Brazil! This was the very first time Sam met his uncle Dan, but you would've thought they'd been friends forever; Sam's nuts about him.
I don't know about you, but so many of my memories and feelings about home are tied up in food. Certain smells and tastes take me back immediately and there are certain things that only my mom can make.
Sam had his first taste of Grammy's homemade rice pudding. It's a Swedish recipe from her Aunt Edith, another one of those secret family recipes like the rhubarb pie...
And we couldn't take a trip to Maine without breathing in some of that magical ocean air. I swear it heals what ails you. It's been a warm autumn here and we all basked in the late afternoon sun in only long sleeves and jeans.
Mom packed some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches made on her homemade bread. There's something about that sea air that gives you a voracious appetite. And everything tastes better on the beach.
We spotted a bunch of seals out in the water. They seemed to be as curious about us as we were about them and continued to pop their heads out of the water to peer around the whole time we were there. I think they were saying, "Welcome home!"
PS Giveaway coming later tonight!