|An unusually thick Dutch Baby.|
“Good evening,” I said to thousands of no-bodies. “Tonight I am going to perform my one-woman play about a cook on a tall ship.” But then I got stage fright. Giggled. Walked away. I’ve never liked the limelight.
Still, how often does life present such moments to you? You just have to sieze them.
|I haven’t been to Red Lobster since I was a kid,
but Harrison asked if I could make their biscuits.
Tomorrow we leave on another transit, to Marquette, Mi. I had really hoped to have another day in Duluth. I would have gotten a hotel room tonight, slept in a bed, swam in their pool. But I’ve got to make breakfast at 0700. Lately when daysail passengers ask about my job, I find my answer has changed. I used to say just that I loved it. Now I say that I’m a bit burnt out from the relentless pace. Then I say I love it. I can’t help wishing sometimes that we had a week off now and then. Maybe people would stick around longer. Maybe burn out wouldn’t be just a big issue.
|Salad, with apples, candied slivered almonds, dried
cranberries, celery, grated asiago, and homemade croutons
tossed with olive oil, balsamic, salt and pepper.
Dutch baby – which turned out to be my thickest ever
Quesadillas and gazpacho
Not everyone ate or tried the gazpacho, but those who did agreed that it was yummy.
Red lobster cheddar biscuits ( taken from:http://purplefoodie.com/cheddar-cheese-biscuits/)