Picture this: the early morning sun has woken you by slipping through the windows, brushing your eyes with warmth and light. It’s so quiet… The boat is almost imperceptibly rocking and there is a gentle spring breeze caressing your face from the open porthole next to your bed. A stretch of your aching muscles reminds you of all the work you put in yesterday… Continue reading “Breakfast Aboard Devilfish”
The night the boat cried
I’ve gone on a bit in the past about cooking and cookbooks. Recently I have found it remarkable that I am referencing my cookbooks less as I become more comfortable with cooking aboard. I sometimes look at them for inspiration but I seem to pull a lot of “recipes” out of thin air based on what we have in the cupboards at the time. What is this world coming to?