Long weekend on Long Island

It was fabulous of course. The house was straight out of Martha Stewart–all paint effects, tongue and groove,  and small, interesting mantelpiece collections.  The kitchen was wonderfully well equipped and the garden beautifully laid out, planted and maintained . Stay there if ever you possibly can. 

Chris made a perfect gumbo. Martin wrangled an enormous cut of beef home from Dean’s Country Market and cooked a roast with all the trimmings–roast parsnips, roast potatoes, boiled sweet potatoes, carrots, cabbage and gravy. The local bakery supplied the best Pan Au Chocolat I have ever tasted–Jo and Mike brought it home after Mass. The Epoisses from the Village Cheese Shop in Mattituck ran off the plate. We drank champagne on Chris’s birthday. We went to a lobster bake.

We washed down all our dinners and several of our lunches with red wine recommended by the local liquor store. Mike used Google Goggles to find out more about it: you take a picture of the thing you want to research, send it to Google and they reroute you to all the available online information. For this reason, I can tell you we were drinking Patio Pinot Noir from C&T Cellars, Santa Maria, CA. Thanks, Connie and Trent.

Marie and Rosie cycled to and from the beach and made friends with the woman at the ice cream truck who looked after the bikes while they sunbathed. Jo and I went window shopping–would the perfect pair of white linen pants be findable and on sale the week before labor day? They were.  We all swam in the breakers–who knew the Atlantic could feel so warm? Chris played the Chiffons from his iphone after our night of Doo Wop. Rosie slept well  thanks to a potion she purchased from the Shinnecock Indians. 

We survived the inevitable dark spots: beyond the expressway, Long Island has very few road signs and so we spent a lot of time getting lost. I got pulled over by one of New York’s finest for attempting a U turn on Dune Road. Jo caught her thumb in the door of my car and will lose her nail. We couldn’t find lard and so had to forego the Yorkshire pudding. Marie didn’t have her heated rollers…

Although the place was beyond fabulous and the level of luxury a welcome change, it was the company that made the week such a pleasure. My friends are clever, funny, warm and kind.  They are also wry, doughty, quizzical, clear-thinking, eccentric, accepting and generous. Each one is independent, in balance and self-aware. Spending time with them has been life-enhancing and rejuvenating. I feel lucky to know them all.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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One Response to Long weekend on Long Island

  1. Marie thorley says:

    Hi Liz – it was lovely to read this and great to meat you – what a fantastic time we all had – just back today. Hope you got back ok and all is well with the family. I do hope we get a chance to meet up again.

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