Peter found the article by accident. A celebration of food in Maine, from earth to table at Salt Water Farm in Lincolnville, Maine. Once a month, when the full moon glows over Penobscot Bay, a group of talented women apply their culinary skills at a community supper.
They were fully booked when Peter called, but a few days later there was a cancellation. We were on our way, driving the nearly deserted coastal route on a chilly October night.
The location is beautiful. We descend on a series of stone steps to a terrace overlooking the bay. Warm light shines through the French doors with a view of the kitchen and long farmhouse table set with pretty china, centerpieces of autumn produce and twinkling candlelight.
After an enthusiastic greeting, we mingle with the other guests. There is a cheery blaze in the fireplace and a leek and salty cheese tart with orange peel and fennel soprassata on the granite kitchen counter for nibbling.
The young women work on the finishing touches while everyone appreciates the savory smells. The pace is relaxed and the women occasionally join in the conversation, chatting about the menu and the diverse places where they have both learned and applied their culinary expertise.
Ladleah checks the temperature of the stuffed pork loin with porcini mushrooms, roast heirloom carrots, and rainbow swiss chard which will be served over a creamy polenta.
Ladleah's training began at her mother's side, also a food professional. Ladleah said, "I could barely reach the counter at my mother's restaurant and she would say, 'Ladleah, I need eight crab quiches!'"
Bowls of pumpkin soup with sauteéd apples, local bacon and caraway on the counter. Followed by trevisso, poached farm egg, garlic and anchovies and croutons that have been crisping on a large tray by the fire.
Chocolate beetroot cake and créme fraiche. The surprise is how the beetroot is so deliciously compatible!
There are probably six to eight parties seated at the long table, many of whom were strangers to one another at the beginning of the evening. When coffee and tea arrived, we had all found a connection; places and people in common. I think six degrees of separation can be halved in Maine!
Although heavy late night rain is in the forecast, a small misty moon is visible as we say our goodbyes.
We've made our reservations for November and December!
Information on the Custom House in Salem, Massachusetts.
The sun was high by the time we reached The House of Seven Gables and I really was not satisfied with the result in color. I'll soon be posting a series in sepia which suited this lovely house much better for the time of day.
Shooting the tourists shooting the tourists!
The house where Nathaniel Hawthorne was born and lived for the first three years of his life. The house has been moved several blocks from its original location.
How lucky to spot a house under renovation with an open door! The stairway and woodwork are beautiful and I love the basket of knitting on the bench.
The beautiful light and shadow filled Peabody Essex Museum. The architecture is a wonderful reflection of the town.
Who knows if the ghosts and ghouls will be out tonight? Happy Halloween everyone...must run to poach a little "Eye of Newt!"
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