Even though I am a reformed city mouse who has said “Hell, no!” to flammable Metro cars or spending half a million dollars on what would probably be a 500-square-foot glorified closet in our Nation’s Capital, I do sometimes itch for the space of a city, where I can blend into the bustle of the sidewalks, thus avoiding running into people I know every day. Or to fall asleep to the soothing sounds of sirens and hipsters drunkenly wailing about the virtues of Fugazi on their stoops.
However, this past weekend was the annual Maryland Avenue and State Circle Fall Festival – an idyllic, laid back event that gave me a gentle reminder of why (and how much) I love the home we’ve made in Annapolis. We had lunch at Galway Bay. We caught the Eastport Oyster Boys jamming outside. We perused fun little shops, including my new favorite place, the Annapolis Bookstore, which has a fairy tale-like garden in the back.
We also ran into Andrew from Charm City Meadworks outside of Annebeth’s, pouring samples from their new, delicious draft mead line, including wildflower, basil lemongrass and elderberry. (My favorite was the basil lemongrass; Patrick preferred the wildflower.) But what struck me most about the encounter was something Andrew said:
“People don’t know how to drink mead.”
It’s a statement that’s been rolling around my noggin the past couple of days. He’s not wrong, and it makes me very excited to take a trip to Charm City Meadworks very soon.