A dictionary of the unique Maine language, this blog is especially intended to help those who move to Maine become a bit more familiar with the native language, or to help tourists blend in more with the locals.
Dedicated with love to my "transplant" husband, who's slowly learned the language from me and his in-laws.
aradiapartyingalonewithcorpses:
AHAHAH dead.
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OH
MY
GOODNESS
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MAINE HUMOR
OH GOD
DYING
Oh my god
I’m from Lewistion and this made me laugh so fuckin hard. XD WOOOOW
HAHAHAHAHAHA
DIRTY LEW.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I was born in Lewiston
I try to never go back
(Source: fourteenangels, via femiknitst)
You get an email from the Maine Department of Inland Fisheries and Wildlife announcing that any-deer permit lottery applications are NOW DUE!
n.
1. Insect repellent, an item used liberally this time of year. The term is especially used by older Mainers.
Don’t go out without a bottle of fly dope!
2. Adhesive used in the creation of fishing flies.
So don’t be a dope and spill the dope! —my second-grade teacher, who taught us to tie flies for Father’s Day gifts.
Hello. I’m the Maine-English Dictionary. Well, I mean, I am not, what you’re reading right now is. Anywho. The Maine-English Dictionary was originally inspired as a service to my “transplant” husband—and indeed, to “transplants” everywhere—to help familiarize those folks from away with our singular language and culture, that they may feel more at home in our state.
In that spirit, I at the Maine-English Dictionary would like to offer to you a word of advice that will likely spare you from the misery that aforementioned husband and I endured these past 24 hours.
It’s fiddlehead season in Maine, ladies and gentlemen. And while you may be excited to try a food that sells for $20 a pound in some parts of the country yet grows wild here for free, please follow the advice of Maine Centers for Disease Control:
Cook the bejeezus out of them first.
Yes, it robs the plant of nutrients. Yes, it robs the plant of texture. Yes, it robs the plant of a deliciously crisp flavor not unlike that of snow peas. It also robs the plant of the likelihood of minor food poisoning, from which himself and I are recovering this very day.
Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, abdominal cramps, diarrhea, and headaches; and usually abate within 30 hours of ingestion. Please believe me when I tell you that they are some of the longest hours you will ever endure, especially if your home has only one bathroom.
The Portland Press Herald has a bit of useless information to add. River water, my pale Irish-American ass. Clearly they didn’t do any research for this article first. Research which I was able to do in 30 seconds via Google.
So in closing, ladies and gentlemen, don’t do what we did: don’t make the one and only time you ever eat fiddleheads in your life the time you get violently ill from them. Boil them for 10 minutes in 2 changes of water, as the CDC recommends. Or, steam them for 20 minutes.
Or, have plenty of Pepto in the house. Whichever.
Fiddleheads!
My mom came for a visit this weekend and brought me some fresh picked fiddleheads! How awesome of her. I blanched them and then fried them for a minute in butter and a little salt. They were so delicious. It’s hard to believe they are “ripe” for only a week or so. I’m glad I got a taste this year. Thanks mummy!
I want to like fiddleheads. Really, I do. But I don’t think I do. I also dislike fish, lobster, clams and whoopie pies.
I’m an awful Mainer. I’m a much better Arkansan.
Fear not, my alpaca-loving friend. You don’t have to like any of these things to be a good Mainer. You also don’t have to like Moxie (THANK GOD) or red hot dogs or italian sandwiches.
We Mainers are nothing if not prudent New England folk. We see the practical value in everything we can. A person (like you, or me) who doesn’t like lobster is simply one less person to eat the lobster of someone who does like it.
So when I hear you say you don’t like whoopie pies, for example, my immediate impulse is “Sweet! More for me!” Approaching it in this manner will actually endear you more to fellow Mainers, rather than alienate you from them.
I was talking to this amazingly hilarious guy, in fact probably the funniest guy I’ve ever met, on Omegle. He is so incredibly funny that I couldn’t stop laughing at everything he did. We were talking for almost an hour when, because of laughing too hard, I pressed the back button by accident - I AM SO STUPID. Cannot believe I actually got attached too him, oh gosh.
HOW I LOVE FUNNY GUYS… and how I wish that I knew that guy in person.
Anyone know a Zac from Maine, America?
Mega sigh.
(Above is the most perfect GIF for this - get it? Cause I’m sighing and his name is Zac? OKAY FINE THEN DON’T GET IT.)
He looks like Harry from One Direction though…
Aw, you guys, help this poor young lady reconnect. It’s not like our state is that huge. Zac, bub, you gotta be out there somewhere.
…my tiny family and I will be packing up our few belongings and moving to Maine from Dallas, Texas.
Our motivations for moving are fairly unique, as decisions to move go:
-I have SLE (systemic Lupus Erythmatosus). The summers in Texas are killing me, haha! No, really. Our UV index sits in the…
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