|Red beans and rice on a yeast biscuit leftover from lunch.|
From what I understand, the ship is much like it would have been around 1812, so I guess that's why the ceilings in the galley are so low. If I were five inches shorter, I might be able to clear the beams and walk around without hitting my head every two feet. (And the kids in the foc's'le think I make a lot of noises in our galley!)
It was dark - not a single window or skylight. And although they just paid $35,000 in renovations, it seemed like very little of that was cosmetic. There was a white board with the words, "Galley Goddesses" written on it. When I saw it, I nodded in assention. The woman who cooks there is a goddess. Someone in the last few days said that Mammoth's cook must be the hardest working person here. And they hadn't seen the galley. I know I would not be able to hack it.
I also got a quick peek on deck, and belowdecks where most of the crew sleeps on the soles - their belongings rolled up in sacks along the bulwarks.
I came back to the Marlin and looked around my galley and was felt lucky, especially given how little I knew about the boat before I showed up in Savannah.
|Date, pecan and cinnamon swirl muffin|
Our liaison brought us doughnuts
I made Wanut-date-cinnamon swirl muffins
Chicken breasts dredged in Tony Chachery's (I knew Cap liked this... so..ermm... How was I to know that she didn;t like it in large amounts
Beans and rice