Today I was tired and not really in the mood for a celebration but a sweet friend inspired me to make today special like I usually love to do - it’s important so that one day just doesn’t run into the next and the next…..so, we had a beautiful lobster dinner. This dinner on Memorial Day signifies the beginning of summer to me. When we grow up outside of Maine, lobster dinners are “expensive elegant dinners”, yet lobster is so messy! In 1988 I had my first lobster picnic in Winter Harbor Maine, a quaint fishing village on the coast with a population of less than 1000 people. One of the most beautiful places on earth that I have seen is Acadia National Park in Maine and a small out of the way part of Acadia is Schoodic Peninsula in Winter Harbor. The second Saturday in August is the Winter Harbor lobster festival. The lobsters are cooked in huge pots outside on campfires and steamed in salt water from the ocean and the smell is absolutely amazing. It’s probably one of my top five favorite smells! Anytime I cook lobster I stick my head over the pot and the smell brings me back to Maine along the coast in the summer where the lobster pounds are cooking lobsters all day. At the Winter Harbor lobster festival, we were given a lobster on a tray with corn on the cob, a blueberry muffin and some wet wipes and plastic ware. It actually was the most wonderful way to eat lobster, because you didn’t have to be all dressed up and try to keep everything clean! Instead, we ate outside, sitting in the grass and enjoying the sunshine and not worrying about getting messy. I love to have these sort of traditions to share with my girls, so if we can’t be in Maine, then we can bring a little of Maine to us. Today I started out cranky and with a little inspiration ended up having a lovely dinner that brought me back to a beautiful place and I was able to share it with my girls who weren’t even born when I had my first lobster picnic!









