Beating the one-car-family blues

I spent allll winter waiting for warm weather so Beatrice and I could finally get outside and enjoy our gorgeous summer city, something I never really got to do when I was working in Chelsea.


After a couple weeks of lovely weather, however, I realized that we had done all we could do on foot. Continue reading!


This is the face of a confused baby.


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Since we live in New England now, we decided to take advantage with a mini-moon at a cozy inn in Maine! Immediately following the ceremony, we took off for the Portsmouth Harbor Inn & Spa in Kittery, where a gorgeous bouquet from my parents and step-parents was already waiting.


First order of business was a duet massage, which was GLORIOUS, especially since I think I left my body while getting married and needed a few minutes/hours/years to fully comprehend wtf I had just done.


We followed up the massage with some technology time to get a few “errrrr, we just got married” announcements out of the way.


And to enjoy the complimentary tea and molasses cookies.


Dinner was yummy but OMGSOSPICY Indian food at Tulsi. If you ever eat there, please do yourself a favor and order it mild!


Dessert was our complimentary prosecco … that took about 45 minutes to figure out how to open.


Day 2 involved a stunning yet freezing and wet cliff walk in Ogunquit, ME in the morning …

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… and an unpictured, very necessary two hours in the outdoor hot tub at the inn to thaw our bones.

Saturday night, we ventured across the river to Portsmouth, NH.

Dinner was at The Friendly Toast, which had better ambience than food.


I think we were supposed to be posing with our rings here … though I clearly did not do a very good job.

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After dinner, we took the famous Christmas Stroll at Strawberry Banke.


Highlight #1 = Irish music, molasses cookies, and hot cider in the old barn!


Highlight #2 = live pottery!



Highlight #3 = Bonfire!!


Sunday morning, we took one last stroll through Portsmouth …

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… before embarking on our on-the-way-home “wine and cheese” tour.

Our first stop was Hickory Nut Farm for goat cheese and much more.


I’m not sure it gets sweeter than this:


We let ourselves into the most charming stall store ever …



… and loaded up on cheeses and soaps before setting out for our next stop, Flag Hill Winery.


We availed ourselves of the free tasting and then took a walk around the grounds.


Off-season vineyards are so dramatic. I was ready to pitch a tent and live here.


Stop 2 was Windroc Vineyard:


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Our third and final stop was Zorvino Vineyards.

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We saw this poor, cold girl in a wedding dress walking up and down and up and down and up and down the rows of grape vines while three photographers shouted orders at her. And I was so glad to have eloped.


We bought one bottle of wine from each vineyard, and they were all delicious. Who knew New Hampshire could make wine? Granted, they were mostly non-grape fruit wines … but that’s even better as far as I’m concerned. And we barely scratched the surface! We probably could have spent weeks covering all the vineyards, dairy farms, and chocolatiers that were in the area.


We returned home exhausted and full of New England pride … and totally ready for a week lying on a beach in a tropical locale. Too bad we were back to work the next day.

Thank goodness for amazing coworkers that kept the celebrating alive with a decorated office chair, gifts, and a real, live wedding cake!

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We even got to take the top layer home to freeze for next year. I’m such a lucky girl 🙂

Expansion on Location: France

In October, I ate food in France.


It looked like this:




Pain au chocolat:


Cafe au lait:




Yes, we went to a Spanish restaurant in Paris and it was AMAZING, as evidenced by the following …

Manchego with quince jelly:


Grilled pulpo:


Cuajada with honey and pine nuts:




Arroz con leche:


That whole meal reminded me of Bilbao, and I loved it. But, I was in France and had to acclimate.

So …



French bread, jams …


… pamplemousse and chocolat chaud:


French onion soup:


Croque madame:


Fruit tart:


Baguette sandwich on top of an ancient medieval church:




Amazing things:


It was rough, but someone had to do it. Never let it be said that I can’t take one for the team.

Expansion on Location: Nicaragua

So, after nearly a year of planning, Erik and I quit our jobs at the end of June and moved to Nicaragua for two months to volunteer. We got back a couple days ago and are diligently working on arranging our next move. In the meantime, food descriptions have been demanded, and I am here to deliver :-).

We’ll start with the best: cacao! Cacao starts here, in a tree:


When the fruit is ripe, one of Erik’s adoring English students picks it and carves it appropriately.


What you cannot tell from the picture is that when the heart is removed, exposing the innards of the fruit, several little beans are lined up inside waiting for collection. The beans get roasted:




Mixed with cinnamon, spices, and other secret ingredients … and bagged and/or frozen for future use:


Future use most likely involves this traditional refreshing beverage, aptly named Cacao, closely resembling chocolate milk:


Cacao was one of my favorite beverages in Nicaragua (depending on who prepared it).

Here’s Erik’s favorite beverage of Nicaragua:


Granada was a convenient place for Erik to live, as even the doctors recommended his favorite beverage:


Erik took advantage of the convenient late night schedule, much to my happy surprise (eye roll):


However, we both agree that the real beverage winners were the refrescos naturales: fresh fruit juices everywhere we turned! Pitahaya (hot pink dragon fruit), mango, watermelon, papaya, limonada (limeade), naranja agria (sour orange), and the list goes on and on.


We learned that limonada (with a pinch of salt) can solve all the problems of the world …


As can coco:


And that freshly picked ginger coconut juice is the best concoction ever discovered:


Moving onto the slightly less heart-healthy portion of our journey, Nicaraguans LOVE fried food. Since room and board were included in our program, we had no choice but to drown ourselves in vegetable oil and enjoy it.

Repochetas (fried tortillas with cheese inside):


Tacos dorados (fried tortillas with chicken inside) and gallo pinto (fried rice and beans, a staple of every single meal):


Vigaron (a pile of potatoes, cabbage, and fried pork fat, served on a banana leaf):


Pescado frito (fried whole guapote fish):


And our all-time favorite: tostones con queso (fried green plantains topped with fried cheese cubes):


Every once in a while, when I really really really thought I might die of a heart attack at any moment (a grand total of two times), I excused myself to go to the one restaurant in town with fresh vegetables in stock: The Garden Cafe. There, I would spoil myself with a Mediterranean salad and a coconut, lime, pineapple smoothie:



Other worthy food mentions:

Best pancakes ever, homemade by Lucrecia (our Nicaraguan “mom”):


Baho (meat, green plantains, yellow plantains, and yucca, cooked in banana leaf and topped with cabbage and tomato):


Nacatamal (cornmeal dough mixed with potatoes, onions, seasonings, peppers, pork, tomatoes, and herbs and cooked inside a plantain leaf):


It was probably my favorite traditional Nicaraguan dish, and I’m so sad that I could not manage to get a pretty picture of it. Just trust me that it was incredible. We only ate it on Sundays because the preparation process was so labor intensive, and I looked forward to Sundays every week for this reason:


I also received quite a bit of food education. For example, almonds grow on trees inside of fruits like so:


The fruit is edible (but more frustrating than delicious, I would say). Reaching the nut is a definite challenge:

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I now understand why almond butter is so efffffing expensive.

We helped some fishermen (through observation):

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We helped (or delayed, as the case may be) family farmers. Here’s Erik describing how he killed his first chicken (sorry chicken!):


Isabel preparing the chicken:


Chicken soup:


Breakfast collection:


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Homemade tortillas with homemade cuajada (special Nicaraguan “cheese”) made from fresh milk:


I received a life-changing lesson about rice. The entire trip, I just could not figure out why everyone was only eating white rice, especially if rice grows readily right there. Why would the farmers themselves go through the hassle and expense of having the rice milled when they could just eat it as is?

Every time I asked about brown rice, I got stares like I had 20 heads … followed by lectures that brown rice would destroy my stomach. Near the end of our trip, we went exploring around the farm where Erik worked (and where we lived for the last two weeks) and found a field full of rice:



We decided to carry out our own investigation. Whole rice:



The brown husk/bran/germ (whatever you call it) was completely inedible. It was even inedible cooked, as we once encountered a piece that had accidentally made it into our dinner. Inside, the rice (the only edible part) was pure white, not brown. I was so confused!

To solve the issue once and for all, I went to a natural pharmacy in town (catering to tourists, obviously) where I had seen brown rice and bought a bag, which I delivered to a rice expert for her analysis. I showed her the rice, and she explained that the brown rice I had bought was from a different seed (similar to how yellow corn has to grow from a yellow kernel and red corn has to grow from a red kernel) and how the product was too expensive to be sold in Nicaragua. (Understandable, considering how a 1 lb. bag of brown rice cost me $3, while a 20 lb. bag of white rice probably would have cost 50 cents.) Brown rice is produced only for export, which is why no one is aware of it. This is one sad and frustrating situation we encountered over and over again in Nicaragua: dollars are more powerful than cordobas, so the best quality, most delicious, most healthy Nicaraguan products are sent to the U.S.

Also, I learned that noni (just like lime) can solve all the world’s problems …


… if it does not kill you first:

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The only way we were able to stomach Noni was boiled and then mixed with mango in a ratio of 10 mangos: 1 noni.


Somehow I’m not sure that Noni’s power was able to survive all that abuse.

The major reason we did not die of heart attacks in Nicaragua was the fruit. Conveniently, Erik worked on an out-of-season coffee farm … which meant he spent his days weeding and collecting fallen fruit.

Clockwise, l-r: mamon, mango, Erik, nancite, coconut:


And serving me the bounty:


More fruit:


Various methods of coco harvesting and eating:



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So … I hope that was informative and interesting. We also did many things in Nicaragua aside from eat, and I would be overjoyed to make recommendations if you’re considering a trip there. For now, my fingers are tired of typing. Go eat a coconut!!