I just returned from a wonderful long weekend up in Kennebunkport, Maine. We visited some of my family, went snowshoeing, drank Shipyard at Federal Jacks and traveled back down to New Hampshire to finish off the weekend with skiing. It was the first time I’ve gone in almost twenty years. Finally all that talk about pizza slices and snow plows snapped into place and I picked it up rather quickly. I cannot wait to go back again.

We stayed at the Kennebunkport Inn and they had the most delicious granola. I had to try and make my own as soon as I got home. Now I have breakfast for the next two weeks!