One of them

Last night Rigby was in the galley with me after dinner. "This place is finally starting to feel like home," he said. I knew what he meant. Our crew, though not devoid of it's own little dramas and miscommunications, had found it's rhythm.

Can you spot the mouse?

Good night, Mouse
When I arrived on this ship a few weeks ago, I noticed a small plastic (but very realistic-looking) mouse on a ledge in the galley. The old cook told me that the mouse had a habit of showing up in odd places. "There's a snake, too," added Eve with a glimmer in her eye. I knew this scene from The Sound of Music, I thought, when the children put a frog in Maria's pocket.


The first time the mouse reappeared was when I was making brownies and he tumbled out of a half-used bag that had been in the freezer. I shrieked. "Mark probably didn't think you'd use them so quickly!" Eve laughed knowingly.


I picked him up by the tail and set him back on the ledge. A few days ago a kid on our cruise noticed the mouse and I told him how it was like the mouse from good-night moon, and that we moved him around. "Where Do you think we should put him?" I asked the boy. He pointed to a hammock by the galley portholes where I keep onions and tomatoes. I grinned. That was the last place I'd remembered seeing him. Until this morning. I left the galley to go to the shore head and when I came back, he was in the middle of the galley sole. And, yes, I shrieked.


No one has fessed up, but Eve was wearing her usual sheepish look. I didn't mind. I think it means I'm one of them.

Carnitas (pork butt cooked a long, long time.)

Black Bean Soup with carrots, onions and pimientos.

Tuesday's Menu

Breakfast
Sausage gravy and biscuits
Lunch
Pasta Primavera with no- knead bread
This pasta recipe was a hit: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/pasta-primavera-recipe/index.html
Dinner
Carnitas, handmade tortillas, black bean soup and rice
Dessert
The gift that keeps on giving: cheesecake leftover from the charter that I'd frozen