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This post is by popular demand. I was going to wait 'til a weekday next week and just do a bunch of links today, but here ya go. I am Facebook friends with several ex-girlfriends. This (EDIT) does not baffle nor possibly annoys my wife. There's no particular reason, good or bad, that I can think of for this. It's not like we discuss old times. However, a message came in 10 days ago. No subject. Sound like drama? Easy, drama zealots. It was simply a request for ... my cookie recipe. This recipe is a more-specific version of an alleged "Nieman-Marcus" cookie recipe that went around the Internet. In 1996. I am that old on the Internet. Modifications have been made and specificity added. For the love of God, don't substitute Nestle semi-sweet chocolate morsels and then tell me the recipe isn't that good. Godiva. Yaheard. OK, here is what I sent the ex-girlfriend, verbatim: Here are the two keys, as I see them, to making this recipe: 1. Either use Promise but...

Put down your Pop Tart. Or banana or whatever your breakfast food of choice happens to be. I mean, the name of the blog is "Good morning from Maine," so there has to be a morning post for you to read. You have to trust me on the food thing. Living in Maine presents unique food opportunities. Or names, at least. It really is a slice of gastronomical heaven. Locally made ice cream shops abound. If you have ice cream, you'll want jimmies on them (sprinkles). But what to eat before that? Simple. Lobster. Roar! Let's shoot hoops. That's what everybody wants when they come to visit Maine. I tolerate lobsters. You wouldn't know it by my lobster-on-it license plate , but I don't particularly like lobster or seafood of any kind. Go ahead. Throw things at me, virtually. (Note to Steve Jobs: There ought to be a way to do that on iPad3). We make our lobsters seem cute here.  We picture them smiling. We have stuffed animals of them. Our local basketball team is called ...

A quick introduction before I get swinging. I'm Jim. I live in Portland, Maine. We're 100 miles up the road from Boston, 4.5 hours from New York City and in the center of all the culture that is New England. It's beautiful here, with ski slopes an hour away and water everywhere. The thing is, I never do anything. I've filled my gas tank three times since Thanksgiving. Over the course of two recent weeks, the only places I went in my car were: A. The grocery store; B. The gym to work out; C. Work. Wheeeeeeee. I don't reckon that'll change much. I'm doing the P90X of blogging. I'm going to blog every weekday for 90 days. I imagine that will get old tomorrow. But I'll give it a shot. So the other night, I did something I haven't done in years. I went to see a concert. It was these guys. ---> In a sense, it was these guys. A local bar does a thing on Tuesday nights where they have a band come in to play a show. It's a different band every week...