It doesn’t get better than this. This weekend felt a lot like an official start of the fall season. With a bunch of friends coming over to celebrate nothing in particular, the weekend kicked itself off in fine fashion. And on Sunday I got a bit of a surprise in Westport that may be of significance to alcohol-consuming residents of southeastern Massachusetts. And I enjoyed the lack of blue laws.
Saturday was a planned geocaching day. I was going to lead a team of my friends to BCC to conquer a cache we previously missed because of incorrect coordinates. But the weather (courtesy of ex-hurricane Ivan) had other plans. The deluge made geocaching a lot less appealing. In fact, even if we’d wanted to brave the sheets of rain, I was pretty sure that the local trails would had turned to mud.
So instead of hitting the trail, we hit the couches. When the earlier guests arrived (Bob, Patti, Chuck, Patty, ‘Neya) we just enjoyed the company, the shelter of the great room, and cidery beverages. It wasn’t long before Julie showed up and then Mike as well. It was time to start cooking, as Mike pushed a Pumpkinhead Ale into my hand, followed soon by another. Was it just a coincidence that Mike brought one of my favorite bottled beverages? He claims it was.
Dinner was chicken I threw together on the fly. Split chicken breasts that I further bisected with a cleaver before pan-searing in scant olive oil, fresh sage and rosemary. They finished in the oven for an easy chicken that will definitely make an appearance in this house sometime soon.
I was lucky because friends brought all sorts of side-dishes which allowed me to focus on the chicken. It was a relatively stress-free cooking experience because of that.
Some cider that Bob and Patti brought complemented the meal well. After dinner was a blur of joking around and playing Wise and Otherwise.
It felt like a real autumnal celebration.
Sunday was more laid back. It was dry enough for me to take the girls to pick up that geocache at BCC. There’s also a “webcam cache” near that location. You can see the picture of us standing in front of the camera here. Maggie captured it of the website when I called her on the cell phone. “Do you see us?” Well, there was a little more wandering around involved with that operation, but as you see we found the location. Click here to see the live feed right now.
When we returned home it was leftovers for dinner and sitting in front of the first fireplace fire of the year.
But I’ve left out what happened in Westport. We’d visited Maggie’s parents to get some lillies my father-in-law dug up for us. I hadn’t had breakfast so I grabbed some sushi from Westport’s excellent Lee’s Market. Once again they prove to be an establishment of good taste. As I passed by the beer refrigerators I spied the elusive Strongbow Cider!! Of course, to encourage them to keep carrying the product, I will have to return frequently and purchase it.
And the joy is not lost on me that in years past I would not have been able to buy hard cider on a Sunday. I would ahve only been able to stare at it through the glass. Take that, obsolete blue laws!
Just to repeat that: My favorite cider, Strongbow, is available at Lee’s Market. It was a very good weekend.Posted by James at September 19, 2004 9:19 PM