The aforementioned six year olds. Very cute.
Words of encouragement from 6 year olds!
Saltie first birthday party at Tea Room. If Cheffie is wearing a silver mini-dress you know it’s a party!
We did a Beard House dinner with this handsome devil (Mr. Dennis Spina of the Roebling Tea Room) a couple weeks ago. Prime Rib, tiny stuffed pumpkins, raw scallops with cocktail sauce and tomatoes with brandy. Nbd.
Maine Event 2.0. How else could $1500 bucks change your fucking life? Well you could certainly blow it on lobsters and coke but you’d only be 3/10th of the way there.
Maybe you need a solid week of surf, turf, pickling, pie making, beer brewing, distilling, butchery and slaughter all in the cool slanted light of a beautiful Maine Summer afternoon with your new best friends to be. Maybe you don’t. There’s really no way of knowing.
You would never want to eat homemade salt cod and beet pickled eggs with salt roasted potatoes for breakfast at the Maine Event this year. You’d hate that. You probably also don’t want to brew beer with the owner of Brooklyn Brewery or roast a pig or make pizza in a wood fired oven. You could do that anywhere, I mean really, the Maine Event isn’t worth it. Too expensive. Too much time. You don’t want to learn to butcher or make quanciale or get to slaughter and process a chicken and then take a trip on a schooner. Shiiit. You could do that anywhere.
Maine Event: there will be butchery!
No drinking of chilled vodka happened during the chicken dispatch brunch element of the Maine Event, despite what this picture might lead you to believe.
Dessert anyone? Don’t worry about this dessert. You wouldn’t enjoy it. At all. Beautiful soft porn food photography by Groovy Gregory the coolest guy fucking ever. You meet the nicest people at the Maine Event… And then run into them on the street in Brooklyn once a week. What, don’t you want new best friends? Are you some sort of monster?
You will probably not shotgun a Shlitz at the Maine Event. No one will make you shotgun a Shlitz, probably. Millicent will not make you shotgun a Shlitz, probably. You will not enjoy shotgunning said Shlitz, probably.
This is not a still. This object does not exist. It certainly won’t be at the Maine Event this year. I totally mean it.
The band at rest enjoying the simple things in life (Gin and Tonics) at last years Maine Event. From left: Millicent, Cheffie, Brent, Tom, Annaliese, Jill and DJ Dennis Spina.
Buffalo style chicken feet from the incredibly cute Bresse chickens we slaughtered at the Maine Event last year.
What a year it’s been: new borns, new businesses, new friends, marriages, triumph and tears. Won’t you please join us this year at a farm on the water for a taste of chicken feet and emotional baggage?