crabby cakes

Busy weekend! A three-day weekend, even! Hurrah for Patriot’s Day! Note the ample use of exclamation points! (And you thought I was exaggerating?)

Three-day breaks are wonderful, although I’ve reached the point where I’ve done almost everything on my to-do list (save for cleaning, but eh, it’s cleaning) and I have a whole day left to kill. We have no Netflix, I’m between custom orders, and I didn’t arrange for any photo shoots this weekend (d’oh) so I’m kinda floating and trying to figure out what I want to do next. The strange free-ness of time! I’m not used to it! Someone, quick! Give her a stopwatch and a schedule before she hyperventilates!

I hung out with Susan on Friday night for more thrifty good-ness and Mexican food. Have I mentioned how nice it is to have friends? Friends who you can even go out with and talk and stuff? I know it seems I’ve been living under a rock when I say that, but occasionally us rock-people have epiphanies of the obvious sort, and I’m particularly enjoying this one.

On Saturday the weather was so nice that T & I decided to take a day trip to the Ellsworth area for some sun and tasty food at Jordan’s snack bar. They had fresh crab (!) so I got a crab roll that was delicious. It was so tasty that I couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the night (seriously–I went to bed drooling), so the next day we went grocery shopping and I splurged* on some fresh Maine crab meat. Then I got really brave and tried my hand at homemade crabcakes. The verdict: Tasty! Even better: Mr. Tim does not eat seafood, so they were allll mine! Muwahahahaha!

* Does the word “splurge” conjure up gross mental images for anyone else? Because whenever I hear it, or see it written, I think about puke.  And in current context, that’s just unbelievably wrong.