Bubbles and Squeak
We had planned to be offshore this thanksgiving past, so my wife pre-made a batch of turkey enchillatas (sp?) which could be heated up in a seaway. Our cruise was going faster than expected, however, and we found ourselves entering Morro Bay at 0330 Thanksgiving morning, bleary-eyed and ready for a layday. After a fortuitous sleep, we hiked down to a local market (why are they always at least two miles from the yacht club guest dock?) and purchased a turkey breast. With all the fixings. Stuffing. Potatoes. Gravy. Peas. Just like the land-dwellers eat, except we forgot to do the cranberry thing, a memory gaff we attribute to the 250-mile run we'd just completed. There were leftovers, of course, and the other couple we were cruising with, Brits, threw them all together in a tupperware container and called the resultant mix "bubbles and squeak." This with a straight face. Anyhow, we had bubbles and squeak the next day, once again offshore, while pointing the bow south toward Catalina Island. Yum. Once we had the hook down at the island, we treated ourselves to proper thanksgiving leftovers in the form of turkey enchillatas, albeit from a previous bird...... All in all, there's nothing like a thanksgiving cruise, although the long nights this time of year can be a nuisance. We had six harbor landings on our way to Mexico, all of them in complete darkness. Yikes.