As our rolly, bumpy days flow past, our conversations focus predominately on two topics; food and math. Even though everyone still dons their daily scopolamine patch, our appetites have survived. I stocked our larders premised on a single idea; we are unlikely to want to cook. Laysan has a lovely kitchen with a microwave, gas range, oven, refrigerators, freezers, however, any cooking attempt must be made by wedging yourself against the cabinetry, feet planted firmly on the floor, and gripping the edge of the counter with one hand. If you need to get something out of the fridge, you take the wedge position open the door, keeping in mind that if the boat rolls at that precise moment, the refrigerator door could break off its hinges. Cushioning the door against such a fate, reach in and grab item, set it on the counter just as the boat does another roll, slams the fridge door and
the item slides or rolls down the counter to land in the sink. And so it goes for each item of a recipe. To circumvent this high wire act, I made multiple crock pot meals and froze them in a foursome serving container. Now all I have to do is pop it out of the freezer into a pan and heat it up. Perfect! We are dining on French cassoulet, beef chili, madras lentil soup, jalapeno cilantro pesto pasta, black bean and chicken tortilla soup, and udon noodles. The highlight of the week is, Friday, ice cream night!
Every evening around sunset, we discuss our meal options, contemplate possible sides and then bob and stumble our way to the galley. Once our choice is heated, we all sit up in the pilot house on the couch, lined up like birds, and enjoy our soup in the Japanese red bowls from Don Quijote. During our evening meal, we listen to the audio book of The Hobbit and watch as the sun drops into the ocean and the moon rises in the east. A fine moment in the day.
Frequently, our conversations turn to the meal we plan to have at Neah Bay, our first landfall. John’s dream of a meal is a hamburger, Sarah a cheeseburger, I want just the french fries, and Naomi, ever the out of the box thinker, desires sushi.
As for our second most popular topic, math, that will have to wait for another blog.
31 19.56 N 149 07.73 W
Miles to go: 1518