west branch pond

So the real reason for our trip to Maine was not the blueberry beer, but to go to West Branch Pond Camps to hang out for 3 1/2 heavenly, relaxing days with my parents, sister, and brother-in-law. This is the kind of place where the most difficult decisions you’ll be faced with are whether you want pancakes or french toast for breakfast and whether you want to go for a hike or go canoeing and take a dip in the pond. It is a hard life!

All meals at WBPC are prepared by the owners at the lodge which was only 100 feet or so from the log cabin we stayed in. While not all of the food was quite 100% up to my standards (canned green beans?), the rest of the food more than makes up for it. Really. It more than makes up for the canned green beans. Fresh baked bread with every lunch and dinner. Fresh baked dessert with every lunch and dinner. And just damn good home cooking for the rest of it. Macaroni and cheese with huge chunks of croutons. Beautiful roasted cornish hen. Turkey dinner with the most amazing, rich, creamy mashed potatoes and killer stuffing. And the ribs! Having been vegetarian for many years, I had never actually had ribs. The meat practically came off the bone just by looking at it and was smothered in a tangy barbecue sauce. I was in love. And while some of the veggies may have come from a can, many of them also come straight out of their garden. So really, the rest of the food more than made up for the occasional canned veggie. By a long shot.

Oh, and of course we brought our own wine. Lots of it.