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“Portekizcede ‘saudade’ diye bir kelime vardır: Artık kaybolmaya başlamış, nadirleşmiş veyahut tamamen kaybedilmiş bir şeyi ya da bir kişiyi derinden özleme hissi demektir bu... Osmanlıcada ve günümüz Türkçesindeyse, ‘saudade’ kelimesini anımsatan, Arapça kökenli bir kelime bulunur: Süveyda. Tasavvufta, ‘kalbin tam ortasında, gizli günahlarımızın saklı durduğuna inanılan, küçük, kara nokta’ demektir süveyda... İşte, bu kara nokta, mazinin kalpte yarattığı sarsıntılarla büyümeyi bir hayli sever... Aşkla bağlandıklarını, –aşkla bağlandıkların yanında olsalar da olmasalar da– kalbindeki süveyda sarsıldığı için, bir gün, durup dururken, gümbür gümbür bir pişmanlıkla, daha önceleri hiç özlemediğin kadar şiddetli özlersin...”

“Porter Rockwell was that most terrible instrument that can be handled by fanaticism; a powerful physical nature welded to a mind of very narrow perceptions, intense convictions, and changeless tenacity. In his build he was a gladiator; in his humor a Yankee lumberman; in his memory a Bourbon; in his vengeance an Indian. A strange mixture, only to be found on the American continent”

“Portia gasped awake with the taste of apples in her mouth- crisp green apples smothered in brown sugar and spice. She needed to bake. Lying tangled in the sheets, she tried to calm her racing heart. She tried to write off this urge, too. It was nothing more than a knee-jerk reaction to moving to the Big Apple. But no matter how forcefully she told herself she had stuffed the knowledge back down, she realized that she hadn't. Not really. When she would have smelled bleach and sundries cotton, it was the scent of apples and buttery caramel that swirled in her mind. The urges to bake and cook were getting stronger, the knowing coming back to life like simple syrup spun into cotton candy.”

“Portland, Maine was the site of one of the northernmost skirmishes of the Civil War! Called the Battle of Portland Harbor, it happened in the waters off Portland harbor involving two ships flying the Confederate flag. On June 24, 1863, having been attacked by these ships, the Union Revenue Cutter Cushing was abandoned by her twenty-four crewmen. Captain Charles Reed a Confederate Navy Lieutenant Reed and the Captain of the Confederate raider, the CSS Tacony, ordered the Cushing torched, causing its munitions to explode. Late on June 26, 1863, Reed and an armed party came ashore dressed as fishermen and raided the city. Knowing that there was no chance of escaping, Captain Reed and his raiding party surrendered to Mayor McLellan and were held as prisoners of war at Fort Preble in South Portland. Because public sentiments were hostile against Reed and his men, they were taken to Boston and held at Fort Warren for the remainder of the Civil War.”

“Portland's commitment to a daring, perfectionist hedonism is still the city's strongest culinary unifier. At Hat Yai, the casual southern-Thai restaurant from local empire-builder Ninsom, fried chicken comes as a set with curry and roti, and its thin, spiced crust shatters over meat seasoned to the bone. At the newly opened Yonder, chef Maya Lovelace's counter-service ode to her North Carolina's childhood, the spicy, tender fried catfish demanded not just enjoyment but gluttony. Dinner at Naomi Pomeroy's Beast on Tuesday nights is a throwback four-course menu meant to evoke its supper club origins, serving utterly of-the-moment morel and asparagus pastas and a hunter's chicken made with last summer's preserved tomatoes. The 19-course tasting menu at Erizo, run by Eater Young Gun Jacob Harth, ends with a massive halibut collar and a raft of Parker House rolls. It's sort of useless to consider whether any of these meals are Honest, but you can't deny they are Good.”

“Portland was a dream both in the literal sense and the metaphorical sense, both tangible and not - a fleeting affair you want to hold on to but can't, so you try memorizing her every detail only to fail to do so in the consumption, in the savoring, in the absorbing of yourself into her. When she's gone, she comes to you in snippets, replaying in your mind like a fragmented picture show.”