This is the adventure in which we take down the sails for the season and eat a whole pie in less than 24 hours. We’re not at sea right now. Instead, we’re tucked into a slip completing seasonal chores and preparing for a long cold winter aboard.
Apropos of the recent holiday, let’s talk about giving thanks on Thanksgiving. At 9:05 pm every night a name 2 things you’re grateful for reminder pops up on my phone. Sometimes our things are big, and sometimes they’re small, but those big and small things of gratitude are always nightly. Everyone else is doing the same thing at this time of year, so we’re not special little snowflakes on the fourth Thursday in November. I don’t remember what we said on Thanksgiving, but it may have had to do with not preparing and transporting seasonally appropriate side dishes at any time during the long weekend.
I received a Happy Thanksgiving… ham… cranberries… text message from almost 3,000 miles away. My response was something like weather was bright and crisp… flock of geese flew over us, and we could hear them quacking to each other… tide is so low that we can see footprints from our resident Great Blue Heron’s favorite fishing spot… sunset was cotton candy pink over the open water… no clouds, perfect crescent moon tonight, no light pollution… can see every constellation… below freezing tonight, 70 degrees inside with our diesel heater… no Black Friday, no traffic, no TV, no big, fast, noisy stuff that makes the giant wheels of the city spin... And that, my friends, was our Turkey Day. I had egg salad, and Charles grilled something in the cast iron skillet. Don’t worry, there will be pie soon.
Low and behold, while straightening our storage shed the following day I discovered that someone gifted me a brand new pressure canner. Read as Our friends are heading offshore and off-grid and didn’t want to take it with them. Good luck Frank and Tina! Late fall may not be the time to begin canning, and I have no idea where to start anyway so if you’ve used a pressure canner and wants to share your tips and tricks, please send them over before I end up with 24 pints of mushy pickles and a botulism scare.
If you had spaghetti and blueberry pie on Friday instead of turkey on Thursday, high five because we did too! Let’s pause to chat about butter. I rarely eat butter, however, I bought Kerrigold because everyone loves grass-fed Irish cows. If you’ve never tried it, get thee to the butter aisle immediately. Not joking. The recipe for spaghetti sauce (just add butter) in the link below was previously in the New York Times, but I’m sharing my favorite food blogger’s adaptation because everything she makes is the best one I’ve ever had. Tomato sauce with 3 ingredients and you throw one of them away. PS cheese, mushrooms, and shrimp. Just saying.
And then there was pie. This recipe is for mini’s, but you should use your pie dish because you can eat more per sitting with a fork straight from the dish than if you have to count how many mini’s you just had. I used 4 cups of blueberries and added a bit more of the filling stuff. PS the crust goes well in every pie. We ate the whole thing in less than 24 hours, and I’m kind of sad it’s gone. Best blueberry pie recipe ever, or so says Charles.
We’ll have the boat wrapped sometime in December to ensure a warm and cozy winter, so we removed, folded, bagged, and stored our sails yesterday. One of my hidden talents that doesn’t transfer well to a resume is folding things. I can fold a fitted sheet to look like it just came out of the package and many years ago I folded 1,000 origami cranes, Japanese senbazuru which gives you the opportunity to make one special wish if you complete the cranes in under a year. My wish was for Charles to stick around… hint hint go get some origami paper if you have a wish or two and birthday candles aren’t cutting it. Sails are different animals than origami cranes, however, with my exceptional folding prowess we wrangled hundreds of square feet of sail into small bags, and now they’ll spend their winter as snug as sails in bags can be.
Another lovely sunset yesterday… at some point we’ll sigh wistfully, gaze at each other and say something like, “Another enchanting sunset? Not again.” Yesterday was not that day.
This morning I showered on land. It’s a three-minute walk to and from the showers and laundry and while three minutes is nothing when you’re petting a herd of kittens, long wet hair below 50 degrees makes a three-minute walk seem like that herd of kittens isn’t so friendly and soft after all. Just-got-out-of-the-shower isn’t a good look for most people but throw on a pair of sunglasses, and now you’re rocking Apres Shower Chic. This may work on land, but it doesn’t have quite the same impact in your own bathroom.
Next up- my confession to you is that I have so! many! drafts! saved and I’m dying to tell you about our summer, about how someone gave me a blogger “award,” about how we went from Rhode Island to Miami in the space of three weeks, about how Charles sailed to Bermuda and St. Maarten without me, and about how I took Sylvie to a tiny town in Florida and dangled my puppersnapper over the ledge. I will get through the drafts, I promise.
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.” -N. Hawthorne hey there Mr. Hawthorne, I think you meant “by staying on land.”