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For crying out loud, y’all, where has the time gone?  

Somehow, people continue to stop by the blog here, even though new content has been sorely lacking.  Thank goodness for that freezing peppers post!

In addition to neglecting the blog, I’ve fallen behind on my commitment to One Local Summer.  My first, three-week post will be coming this week.  We really have been enjoying localness!

I’m feeling ambivalent about where YankeeFood is headed.  This spring has been cold and wet, and local produce has responded in kind, taking its sweet time to grow.  In fact, my CSA just put off pick ups for a week to give things a chance to get going!  

The first strawberries are trickling in, though, so maybe I’ll find something that inspires me to stop by more frequently.  At least I’ll get back on track with the OLS posts…hopefully!

Here’s wishing everyone in New England some more seasonable weather!


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My egg store.  Sandwich, NH.

My egg store. Sandwich, NH.

Fresh eggs.  Self-serve (write your name in the log and deposit cash in the box).

Make your own change.  

Open 24-hours.

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I just haven’t put anything up here. I missed this week’s Dark Days update, but I already have stuff in the works for the next couple of weeks.

Meanwhile, here’s how we’ve been spending our weekends. Conditions have been fabulous for snowshoeing this year, and it wears the little bugger out!



Off Sandwich Notch Road, Beede Falls/Cow Cave parking lot. Sandwich, NH



One of the aforementioned Cow Caves.


Wait for me!

Wait for me!

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At the beginning of this month, on our way back from a long weekend in Montreal, we stopped in the charming town of Littleton, NH.  It’s directly off of I-93, and we drove past the fast food stops and gas stations that are just off the exit.  We were looking for the Littleton Grist Mill, a restored water-powered mill that produces organic, stoneground flours and grains.

The mill is behind Main Street, right on the river, so we accidentally drove too far.  I’m glad we did because we stumbled upon this:

How can you not appreciate a random horse cemetery?  And how could we not check it out?

Not sure you can read this – it basically tells the story of the man who founded the cemetery (Eli Wallace) to bury his wife’s favorite horses, who really were their only children.  These are the kinds of places that make small New England towns what they are.  Click here for the whole description.

We meandered back to Main Street, parked and crossed the street.

And behind the row of shops on the road, we found the mill.

The Littleton Grist Mill was restored by two families starting in 1997.  You can walk around inside and view the old workings and the old grinding stones.  Due to health regulations, the modern grinding stones are kept in a “clean room.”

Littleton sits on the banks of the Ammonoosuc River, and the mill is right next to a classic covered bridge.

While the products are organic and milled locally, the grains are not produced in NH.

I came home with some rye flour and cornbread mix.

On the way back to the car, we stopped at Chutters.  These folks boast that they have the World’s Largest Candy Counter.  I can’t verify this, but I can show you what it looks like (along with a lady with shoes that make me laugh – I think they’re perfect for the candy counter).

Have you ever seen these?  I hadn’t, so I had to try them.

FYI, they’re mints!  Some swedish fish, blackberry and raspberry gummies and some circus peanuts found their way home with me, too!

If you ever find yourself on the northern end of I-93, be sure to stop by Littleton!

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Feels like this is all I have time for right now!

It’s been two weeks since the beginning of the October Eat Local Challenge and I have done exactly zero update posts.

It’s not that I’m ignoring the challenge.  It’s just that I’ve been a little distracted the last couple of weeks.  In fact, I’ve only got a few minutes to update those of you who have miraculously still been stopping by.  So, I’ll give you my last couple of weeks in pictures.  By the end of this week, all should be fairly calm again and I can get back to regular posting.

What have I been up to (look for these adventures to show up in future posts!)?

Well, I’ve been processing these:

Laughing at this sign in Montreal:

Checking out the “World’s Largest Penny Candy Counter:”

Keepin’ it local by finally making my own pasta:


And, finally, enjoying one of the most colorful New England autumns I can remember:

Not to mention enjoying most-certainly-not-local fried pickles at the local fair and trying to survive the last 21 days of this election.

See, aren’t you tired?  I’ll be back in just a few days.  Promise!

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…how could it NOT taste good?

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Every year, just as the Big Lake finally calms down and arguably the best boating season is upon us, the “World’s Largest Steamboat Meet” takes place just a mile from our house.  We keep our boat just a few hundred feet from the meet site, so every year we enjoy their company for the week after Labor Day.

Besides being colorful and fun to watch,

steamboats are an experience for your ears and nose, too.  Even a mile from the site, we can hear the boat whistles in our living room and smell the wood fires that power the steam engines.

On the final Sunday of the meet, the boats have a parade.  Usually, we boat out to the parade route, throw down the anchor, and enjoy the chilly morning air while waiting to see the boats. This year, the remnants of Hurricane Ike as well as other assorted fronts were forecast to move through on Sunday, so we made sure to boat by on Saturday, a gorgeous September day.

The steamboats can be charming and traditional

or even have a theme.

They are big or small.

The steamboat enthusiasts are great folks, and many people take advantage of the free steamboat rides during the week.

I always know we’ve turned the corner into fall when I hear the steam whistles and smell the wood smoke from the steamboats.

I also know fall’s on the way when the buoy pumpkin shows up!

Bouy Pumpkin, Hemlock Harbor, Moultonborough, NH

Buoy Pumpkin, Hemlock Harbor, Moultonborough, NH

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