Posted on: March 13, 2011 Posted by: Cole Ruth Comments: 0

I have crumbs on my fingers as I type this. The remains of the pineapple upside down cake I made are sitting all too near my bunk.

This morning I went shopping. I found Savannah’s only Asian grocery market within walking distance. Then I walked a mile in the wrong direction toward Kroger (or away from it), backtracked and finished my shopping. I came under budget but I’m also short a few things.

When Mark told me I could start cooking tonight, I decided I should do something I know, something I know how to do well. So I made Thai food. We had leftovers from a stew the night before so I knew I had something to satisfy the captain (a big, sweet, meat-and-potatoes Santa Claus of a man), and Mark said the rest of the crew would love it. So I made potatoes, onions and carrots in Massaman curry with rice. I made Phad Thai, and cucumber salad. And I made pineapple upside down cake for dessert.

“I’ve never had this cake before,” said Bly.

“I’ve never made it before!” I admitted. It turned out perfectly.

Thanks, Betty!

I added a dash of salt, ginger and cardamom.