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Lobster Dinner

My recent visit to Maine was a patchwork of memories and a blossoming of experiences to add to them.

I moved there two minutes before my son was born, nearly 29 years ago. I fell in love with the town the minute I saw it, mostly for the spare, lovely homes that were placed so elegantly along its streets, and its brick-building-ed downtown that slopes gently into Belfast Bay. I even loved the winters, having never experienced blizzards and snow, bright sun on a pure white landscape, crystal-blue views from my windows.

On the porch

I’ve been back several times, but this time was different.  I stayed with friends and when I got up at the crack of dawn the first morning I tiptoed out onto the huge, furnished porch to find them all already there, mugs of steaming coffee in one hand, a book in the other.  I was soon part of this lovely tableau, my attention riffing among my book, the snippets of conversation, the gentle traffic on the bay. What a way to begin the day.

In the Kitchen

I taught a two-day class in another wonderful home, this one with a double water view of the bay and a protected reservoir. Its airy kitchen was our lab, its screened-in porch the stage of our meals where we sat protected even from the hurling rain and wind that blessed one afternoon. I’ll be back, and I’ll be teaching, and I am already looking forward to it!

I wandered the streets of Belfast which, while chic, have retained their small-town feel.  I bumped into people I remembered; met new people, went shopping at the food coop which had been my haunt so many years ago.  It is the same, though like the children I knew then who are now smart, accomplished adults, it has changed.

Young’s Lobster Pound
The Night (almost) sky from Young’s

There were sojourns to Camden where the clever driver avoids the clogged downtown; to Rockport with its tiny center of restaurants and galleries; to the Belfast river walk where herons populate the banks; and to an unforgettable meal at Young’s Lobster Pound.  For such a popular and surely touristed spot that serves the locals most of the year, it hasn’t changed a whit.  Faces are different, but the steamy, briny simplicity is exactly the same.  Like everyone else we brought our finery to spread out on front row seating: a picnic table over the bay at sunset.  We had appetizers and drinks, salads and bread, then filled in the gap with freshly steamed lobster, pots of butter, and a huge plate of clams.  The meal was unforgettable in its purity; our laughter still lingers over the bay, I’m certain.

A meal on the bay
Corn with the perfect butter spreaders

There was the daily cocktail hour up the road, where Northport neighbors convene every fine evening in varying permutations depending on who is visiting, so that the core group is always the same but the outer layer is constantly changing; there was the birthday party that ended up in dancing to sixties music on yet another expansive porch; the corn; the lamb; the laughter; a few tears as we celebrated the life of a loved one and renewed our own love for each other.

The Maine I know, and I believe it is simply Maine, is such a special place.  There is something bright and focused about it.  There are friends with whom I can pick up the thread instantly, as well as a moving society of new people each one more accomplished and interesting than the next. The architecture – Greek Revival, Italianate, Federal – remains among my favorite, and those barns cum living spaces are dreamy.  As is the produce available from the markets.

But more than all of this what I saw this time, perhaps more than in the past, was something I’d call “the religion of Maine”.  I am not referring to a denomination, but to the original meaning of the word (in Latin), which is “to tie or bind together”.  One can interpret this in many ways, of course, but I think my host expressed it best, on his way to cocktail hour.  “Here, we don’t just like each other we NEED each other.  And we know it.  And we celebrate it.”

They’ve got it right in that blessed spot, in Maine.

Print Recipe
CORN ROUNDS WITH CUMIN - RONDELLES DE MAIS AU CUMIN
Course First Course
Cuisine American, French
Keyword bergamot, cumin
Prep Time 5 minutes
Cook Time 1-2 minutes
Servings
servings
Ingredients
  • 5 ears of fresh corn shucked and cut into 1-12-inch rounds
  • 2 teaspoons cumin seed
  • 2 to 3 tablespoons (30-45g) unsalted butter
  • ½ teaspoon Fleur de sel
  • Freshly ground black pepper or Piment d’Espelette
  • Cilantro for garnish
Course First Course
Cuisine American, French
Keyword bergamot, cumin
Prep Time 5 minutes
Cook Time 1-2 minutes
Servings
servings
Ingredients
  • 5 ears of fresh corn shucked and cut into 1-12-inch rounds
  • 2 teaspoons cumin seed
  • 2 to 3 tablespoons (30-45g) unsalted butter
  • ½ teaspoon Fleur de sel
  • Freshly ground black pepper or Piment d’Espelette
  • Cilantro for garnish
Instructions
  1. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil.
  2. Place the cumin seeds in a small skillet over medium heat and toast them, shaking the pan almost constantly. When you can smell the cumin, which should just take a minute or two, remove the pan from the heat and tip the cumin onto a small plate or into a small bowl to cool.
  3. Place the butter in a large bowl.
  4. Grind or mince the cumin seed and add it to the butter, along with the fleur de sel. Mix well.
  5. When the water is boiling, plunge the corn rounds into it. As soon as the water returns to the boil, drain the corn, discarding the water. Immediately place the corn into the bowl with the butter and toss, toss, toss until the corn is covered with butter. Season with pepper, toss again.
  6. Check the seasoning, adjust if necessary, then turn out the corn onto a platter and garnish with cilantro leaves.
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This Post Has 8 Comments

  1. What a lovely lifestyle. Maine sounds dreamy.
    I do believe everything tastes better when sharing it with friends.

    1. Maine is so beautiful, really an exceptional place.

  2. Yum – will be eating this soon after we have our summer’s quota of the plain and delicious corn

    1. I know, pure corn is so wonderful it seems a shame to do anything to it, but do try this. You’ll love it AND it’s fun.

  3. Been to Maine many times, Boothbay Harbor, love it! When will you be back? Would love to participate in your cooking class!

    1. Betty – I expect to do another class in Maine next summer. I would ask you to stay tuned though I will be sure to send out all the information in plenty of time for you to sign up!

  4. Love MAINE, and the pictures of the food especially were dreamy. I remember you did a book on seafood – lobsters? I don’t know I’ll have to find it – but was wondering if you were brought up near the sea ……….

    1. Hi Marti – I was brought up in many places, but never really near the sea. That said, trips to Oregon always included time at the beach…and I love the sea.

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