It's good to get out out of the house, even just to go ice-fishing with my sweetie, like this past Friday on Eagle Lake in Acadia National Park.
A close-up of drilling the first hole through the ice. Each license holder is allowed 5 holes a piece. It was so blustery though, that we only did 3 and then sat in the car to watch for flags to pop up -- an indicator that you may have caught something.
For reference this is the kind of fish we were hoping to catch. Here's Henri posing with a brook trout caught in a much warmer month in Acadia.
Our picnic lunch during ice fishing was a salad of baby spinach and blackened salmon. Turns out it was the only fish we laid eyes on for all of our efforts out on the ice.
The next day I made eclairs for us.
From scratch. Sometimes I even surprise myself.
I will leave you with a peek of the napkins I sewed up from a few yards of fabric a few weeks ago.
It was during a particularly brutal part of the polar vortex we all seem to be experiencing around the country this year. So tell me, how are you surviving winter?
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