23 20 45 N
59 09 00 W
0620 UTC
05.07.08
s/y flying cloud
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just off watch and my mouth is on fire. i made mini cheese melties on a disguised hamburger bun. the boat bought a small bottle of susie's hot sauce... the good stuff. if i remember right this is also the good stuff at the nook, but there it comes by the bucketload and i somehow have learned to appreciate it more in the middle of the sea.
perhaps this is also a result of my month of eating rice and beans while in Antigua that first time. i think after about the second week i bought a spice and that greatly improved my quality of life. though everything was nutritious and tasty as i am quite scientific about that sort of thing.
when i brought the end of the boat roquefort to make hors d'oeuvres for liza i knew by her reaction i had encountered a kindred spirit. ooo! cheese!
today was a stellar food day and rather serene. before lunch midori was dealing with the fishing line ~ i found a flying fish on deck and so baited the hook. right after lunch we got our fish. a big (big) dorado that made i think dozen or so portions for the deep freeze and a giant fish dinner for the delivery crew. freezer space is /still/ at a premium. also for dinner was tuna and snapper, served on brown rice. tom spent a great deal of time basting bagelly croutons with a dijon vinaigrette and then dusting them lightly with palm crushed rosemary, then burning them slightly, then scraping the carbon bits into a large bowl. good save. a spectacular meal. the dorado was of course the highlight. fried in onion and corn fresh from the cob in too much butter. which is how we like that. then baked for 10 minutes in the juice of 4 lemons and 3 limes, lightly salted and less lightly peppered.
t. spillane, working on his tan in between mosquito hunts
also we fixed the freezer problem, discovered and (hopefully) repaired the watermaker issue, and i have decided that the tool room is the ideal place for me to play the violin badly for a short while each evening. pretty much soundproof at that point what with the (relatively) distant location and the ambient noise of routine boat activity.
