Man, I wish I were elsewhere. It was one of those days where I just didn't want to play mom to a bunch of twenty-somethings anymore. I didn't want cigarette smoke wafting into my galley. I didn't want to listen to the endless chatter of the fo'c's'le as I made dinner alone.
Fortunately, these days are few and far between. It'd been a long day. I didn't get my run in this morning because I was pretty beat. After lunch, I headed off to provision. I spent around $585. As soon as I put dinner on the table, I took off running. I'm not even sure I tasted the dish to adjust for salt or pepper. I just put it out there.
I ran out to the lighthouse and back and through the neighborhoods, singing all the lyrics to old Kanye West songs, and planning my day tomorrow. We leave for Chicago at 8 AM, which means breakfast at 7:30. I'm going to put the coffee cake in the oven at 6:30. Then I'm going to get a run in while it bakes. When I get back, I'll put it on the table, run and take a shower, then come back and clean and start the stove as we get underway. It's gonna be a busy morning.
We'll arrive in Chicago for the Taste of Tall Ships Festival a little over 24 hours later, around noon on Wednesday - and then the fun begins. Our schedule has us sailing four times, four days in a row.
If you're in the Chicago area, come sail with us!
Pasta, again, with Italian sausage, onions, garlic, carrots, bell peppers and broccoli
Foccaccia with shredded aged provolone, salt and pepper on top