Please, if you love me, just go watch this. Then come back.
THIS. This right here is why I’m so fucking homesick. You guys. How many times have I gone on and on about Portland, and J’s Oyster (4:04 to about 7:41)? How many times have I lauded the good folk that inhabit my home state? How often have I ached to get back to the way life is supposed to be?
Just watch it. Watch it all, and you’ll be on your way to understanding me. You may not particularly get WHY I want to move home so bad, but you’ll at least gain a slight insight into what went into making me who I am.
(If you want to watch the rest, part two is here (Conte’s!) and part three is here (bean suppah!).)
(Jesus God I’m homesick.)
I’ve been trying a lot of firsts lately, but I still haven’t made it to oysters. Will let you know when I do.
I totally get it. I don’t have the exact same kind of thing for where I am from, but I absolutely understand the concept that we are made of the people and the place that we call home, whether it is where we were born, raised, or have made our own. And to be away from “home” is just a mean, nasty, jealous bitch.
Love you.
Actually, I’m not a fan of oysters. Now, STEAMERS are a whole ‘nother story. Love me some steamahs. I feel like I’m being punished, being away from home.
Love you back!
The food is maybe not my thing (strangely enough although I’m an islander I don’t much like fish, especially raw fish). I *love* the whole concept of Primo’s – a reverence for the animals that provide our food. (That’s right up my Hippy Street and I feel a whole blog post on this coming on).
If we go back to Maine, and I suspect we will, I may seek out Primo in Rockland (??) I’m still going to have to filter the menu however …not too hot on consuming the disparate parts of piggies and others. The pea soup? Oh yeah! The ham hock? Well yes, I’ve had it, I liked it, so why not? Pigs ears? Hmmm…can I get back to you on that?
What struck me however is what Dyskinesia said. We are where we come from. Maine has hard winters (no place for wimps, of either sex). It’s predominantly farming (an appreciation and understanding of the cycle of lfe, and the world around us). Both of those things combined lead to a strong community spirit, because someone is usually struggling and needing our help. In the summer the place comes alive with colour and new life and the ever present ocean, in all its moods (some of which are not so nice at all) reminds us that life is there for us to grab with both hands, even if sometimes that merans wrestling it to the ground like a steer!
No, I’m not surprised that you hanker after it. I felt at home there because it reminded me of Jersey, only on steroids. Gorgeous place.
But… but… do you like LOBSTER????
We’re definitely hitting Primo’s the next time we’re back, too. It sounds lovely, and the whole area is fantastic to spend a long weekend in. In which to spend a long weekend? Bad grammar is bad.
I’ve always told ya that if I ever make it to Jersey I might very well move in with you. I know you get it, and such a lovely lyrical comment just proves that! Though I am amused at the concept that Maine is the steroid-enhanced version of ANYWHERE.
That’s fascinating–I can understand why you’re homesick! If I could handle the cold weather, I’d consider moving there myself! When I think of Maine, I picture a beautiful, forest-covered state, whose main industries are lumber and lobster! I find it interesting that neither is mentioned in the video! But definitely the “Inland” is where I’d want to live–it’s pretty close to my idea of the beautiful, forest-covered state!