Day Seven: Day Off

There are no shows on Sundays (right now) so everyone gets a day to relax. I only spent one Sunday in Maine, and unfortunately, it rained the entire day. (In fact, the rain began in earnest about two miles into my run. My run lasted another hour and forty minutes, so I was pretty well aware of how it was raining by the end.) I ate in a bug in the course of this run -- a huge bug flew straight down my throat as I propelled myself in the opposite direction. I gagged on the side of the Union River for a while, and the bug and my throat had an epic battle, but ultimately, I won. I needed protein anyway? How awful.

The plan had been to go hiking and then go back to Echo Lake, but since hiking and swimming, like running, are unpleasant in the rain, we saw a movie instead. As such, after my experience in Echo Lake, I have no choice but to become terrified of water, since I didn't get right back on that metaphorical horse as promised.

That night was the traditional Nacho Night, and as Larrance defines a nacho as "something crispy with sauce and a thing" I contributed a blueberry pie. Sadly, my lattice crust turned out to be the very ugliest lattice crust I have ever made in the history of pies, and I was very much ashamed to present it to people. I would not get points for plating and presentation. However, everyone said they liked it, and I was positively charmed to make a pie with real Maine blueberries. More blueberries!