As Rosh Hashanah dawns. Summer sun sets on Middle Pond.
Can only hope for a sweeter year.
Stress relieved by reading mostly light non-literary beach books in a serene waterfront setting. So fortunate to be able to escape.
Best to least:
The Glass Hotel, St. John Mandel
Notes On a Silencing, Crawford
This Tender Land, Kent Krueger
Redhead by the Side of the Road, Tyler
The Guest List, Foley
The Turn of the Key, Ware
The Less Dead, Mina
28 Summers, Hildebrand
The Summer House, Patterson & du Bois
The Summer House, McKinnon
The Big Summer, Weiner
Death on the Beach, Johannsen
All Adults Here, Straub
You Are Not Alone, Hendricks & Pekkanen
Home Before Dark, Sager
Mexican Gothic, Moreno-García
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Last barbecue of the summer. And. It was delish. mAdBen joined for a conflagration of lamb chops, skewered veggies and roasted potatoes.
Dr. Husband the awesome grill man. Eat your heart out Joey3Sticks.
Speaking of which. Miley Cyrus’ rendition of Maneater sizzles.
On a warm muggy day at the beach. Watching football. Go TB! No. Not Tampa Bay. Nor Tom Brady. Teddy Bridgewater. Go Panthers. Wouldn’t mind seeing Cam Newton prevail. Or. JG.
And. Hey. Next week the real U.S. Open from Winged Foot.
Professional Sports. Culture v. Business. Let’s face it. For the fans it’s all about kindred community. For the owners it’s about making money.
Either way. Preachy, pedantic, political announcers and demonstrations do little to enhance either. At least half of the audience will disagree with whatever the trendy topic of the day may be. Which also means losing lots of dough as ratings plummet.
So. Talk about the team & the game. And. Just play!
Had a hankering for calamari. Headed out East to The Lobster Roll aka Lunch on the Montauk Highway. 30 people on line for take-out. Outside seating closed on a rainy day. So. Continued to The Clam Bar in Napeague. No waiting. Ordered fried calamari plus fish & chips. Delish.
Took our lunch to an old haunt. Asparagus Beach in Amagansett. Dr. Husband was a regular back in the 1960’s-70’s when the beautiful young set socialized on the sand standing up. Thus the nickname.
It’s really Atlantic Avenue Beach, but no one ever called it that. Anyway. It was pretty empty. And. There are signs about staying at least six feet apart. Quite the ironic twist.
The North Fork seems to have two fiercely opposing cinnamon sugar apple cider donut camps. We did our own taste test.
Harbes donuts have a more cake-like consistency with a darker dough.
Wickham’s are so wonderfully greasy that the paper bag is stained.
Dr. Husband is a Harbes fan. While Mrs. Trek is decidedly team Wickham.