Out of the Shackles, One Foot Still on Sea

Out of the Shackles, One Foot Still on Sea

Like clockwork I awoke this morning at 6:30. Typical. Mondays are my only days off.

But as today is Kip’s last day, I scrambled to do some grocery shopping during shower time last night so I could make him a smoothie this morning. (Like a top chef assignment, I ran madly through the aisles, nearly rolling over old ladies in my quest to get $190-worth of groceries in 30 minutes.)

Naturally, as I began to take out the ingredients this morning, a small crowd soon gathered in the galley. It was like they all had antennas attuned to the word, “Smoothie.” I mixed up berries, coconut, yogurt, milk, banana, vanilla and a two small lavender leaves. It was delicious.

Then I went off on my own – to do this – and to walk the streets of Wilmington.

A few great finds
On our first day here,  a man and his two daughters stood watching me from the deck. Two adorable, big-eyed little girls. They asked me what I was making. At that moment I was about to punch down a big bowl of dough. I love this part. I still emulate the drawing in The Enchanted Broccoli Forrest whenever I do this: “Thwap!”

Mollie Katzen also told me in that section that a good dough should be soft as a baby’s bottom. So when the girls walked around the cabin top and came back again, without their dad, I asked them if they wanted to touch the dough, and I told them what Mollie said it should feel like. They giggled.  Then the oldest sheepishly held out a pamphlet with a drawing of Jesus on the front. And the Dad appeared again and told me to look it over. This town might be the most overtly religious place I’ve ever been. The music program on the stage beside the boat was almost solidly gospel. The volunteer that drove us to our hotel the first night invited us to his church on Sunday. The police chief’s last name is Evangelous. I kid you not.

But I like this town. Everyone is really chill. There is a lack of pretentiousness and an earnestness that makes the religious overtures somehow palatable.

The man at the antique store gave me a great deal on some old iron bookends with tall ships on them; two rings and a pillbox. And the girl at the coffee shop let me sit for hours on her couch, fixing the mistakes in this post.

Monday’s Menu
Leftover brownies and pickled eggs
Sushi and sake