not me! I’m Cajun …the admiral is notInteresting how cooking is still mostly a "pink" job on this forum.
not me! I’m Cajun …the admiral is notInteresting how cooking is still mostly a "pink" job on this forum.
Not on our boat.Interesting how cooking is still mostly a "pink" job on this forum. Left to cook for themselves, the guys eat beans or something equally simple.
This reminded me of a series of great meals we had going up the east coast of Ireland. We were out of ice for our icebox. In every harbor we stopped, we asked everyone we met where we might be able to get ice. Wanting to be helpful, everyone suggested asking bartenders at the nearest pub. There were lots of pubs, but to the bartenders, ice was four or five cubes, not five or more kilos. This ended in Arklow, where the stone pier was lined with fishing boats. At the base of the pier was the processing plant. They didn't have ice, but they had ten-kilo blocks of frozen scallops for sale. Kept the icebox cold and we ate like kings for about a week.Our most memorable meal was just last fall. Anchored in Garrison Bay on a foggy, rainy PNW afternoon. We rowed up to Westcott Bay Shellfish and treated ourselves to a plate of oysters, then on a whim bought a couple of pounds of clams. On the row back we discussed alternatives. Did we have perhaps a bit of bacon? Check. Onion? Check. Butter? Check. A potato? Check again and mate. A most excellent clam chowder emerged and just as quickly disappeared, the likes of which have not been seen since.
The Galley Wench.The suspense is killing me!