Lobsterfest

It's not laziness, or lack of motivation that it's been nearly 2 weeks since our last post: Jeff and I are on vacation in New England. While we are sweating through humidity and eating as if every meal might be our last, Half & Half is in the very capable hands of our staff. I spent the first day of vacation worrying, and since then it's honestly been hard for me to think about work--at all. Which is ok, right? Right?

It's a little too late to post an eating blog of New England; just as well, since we're about 50/50 on good meals, but I would like to share that I have ate TWO lobsters for dinner (disclaimer: not big lobsters) here in Maine, as well as a fried lobster plate at lunch, and there will be some butter-laden lobster rolls in my future tomorrow. I also had my first whoopie pie today: nothing at all like a moon pie. I had no idea--it's like a gigantic round devil dog, or an inverted hostess cupcake, but in any case far more dangerous and delicious than either of these. I ate one after the fried lobster, and I ate all of it because it was so good that I couldn't stop, and the rest of the afternoon was a washout. A nap and a sweaty walk through historic Hallowell didn't improve the situation. Now that I've experienced them, I think I'll stay away from both fried lobster and whoopie pies for the rest of my life. But I could easily another two or more lobsters in one sitting. It's a cleaner form of gluttony.