Tudor MercWench Smith Posted February 4 Posted February 4 (edited) Walking along old familiar beaches, a light in the distance beckons me back to a a place I hadn't thought to see again. On 2/2/2025 at 2:46 PM, William Brand said: The birds have been at the rails and the crabs at the bilge, but there's still color on the planking and the masthead. Same, 'Kate Ol' Girl, Same. Much like in lives past, I sneak in and find a quiet corner, and one chair in questionable condition, nodding my regards "Mistress; Sir".. . Strange how things change, yet stay the same. Twenty years ago I was working too much and odd hours, trying to piece life together, finding succor in this place. And here I am again, much the same. Too much work, not enough Tiramisu. "Here's to jobs . . . and cakes . . .one can sink one's teeth into.. . " Edited February 4 by Tudor MercWench Smith
William Brand Posted February 4 Author Posted February 4 12 hours ago, Tudor MercWench Smith said: Too much work, not enough Tiramisu. To less work and more tiramisu.
Mary Diamond Posted February 7 Posted February 7 On 2/3/2025 at 7:53 PM, William Brand said: Aye, aye. Oh, dear me… ‘How is your tiramisu, good Mistress Smith? Oooh, shiny!
Tudor MercWench Smith Posted February 9 Posted February 9 On 2/7/2025 at 4:17 PM, Mary Diamond said: Oh, dear me… ‘How is your tiramisu, good Mistress Smith? T'was far to small, and far too short supply. Not a dessert I have managed to master myself, though I once did a very pleasing Tiramisu cupcake. Next on my agenda to conquer however, will be pain au chocolat. Breakfast of choice round these parts for the powder monkeys. Hopefully the bacon and eggs treated you well!
Tudor MercWench Smith Posted February 12 Posted February 12 13 hours ago, William Brand said: Today's special is whatever this is... In my house, we call 'em "Popplers" . . I'll take three please, and whatever coffee that can be rustled up that isn't this weak as water stuff my Keurig spat out at me. . .
William Brand Posted February 12 Author Posted February 12 1 hour ago, Tudor MercWench Smith said: I'll take three please, and whatever coffee that can be rustled up that isn't this weak as water stuff my Keurig spat out at me. . . The Bedu make a coffee so dark it seconds as a weapon.
Tudor MercWench Smith Posted February 13 Posted February 13 20 hours ago, William Brand said: The Bedu make a coffee so dark it seconds as a weapon. Yes, please, thank you! I'd take that in IV bag if I could . . . Should provide a delightful, rustic, addition to my otherwise faux pretentious brekkie . . . poached eggs, a feta & spinach chicken sausage and a slice of sourdough... Just what the Steward ordered for a day for endless zoom meetings.
William Brand Posted Wednesday at 06:56 PM Author Posted Wednesday at 06:56 PM Speaking of spinach and poaching...today's special.
Tudor MercWench Smith Posted Thursday at 04:09 PM Posted Thursday at 04:09 PM Looks delightful, but unfortunately, I am a terrible sailor, and only eat fish if its haddock, beer battered, and deep fried (excluding the occasional sea-bug, drenched in butter). Should make long voyages a bit more complicated. Can I offer up some chocolate chip banana bread to make my refusal more gracious? One of my current specialties . . .
madPete Posted Thursday at 06:10 PM Posted Thursday at 06:10 PM Growing up in Michigan I hated fish. It was always very strong, gamey is the best word I can come up with, or frozen. While living in California we had access to fresh fish on a regular basis and now I love fish (as long as its fresh). Went on charters a few times and came back with fresh rockfish/roughie/etc that went directly on the outdoor grill. mmmmm.... Arizona is a distance away from the sea, so not so much anymore. Once in a while I buy a frozen salmon fillet, but I miss the access to fresh sea fish. But yes your chocolate chip banana bread is a suitable offering! Aye... Plunder Awaits!
Mary Diamond Posted 19 hours ago Posted 19 hours ago Ah, so many good cooks here. I am lucky, indeed! Oooh, shiny!
Tudor MercWench Smith Posted 13 hours ago Posted 13 hours ago It's late - not too late but the inky depth of the night sky and the Erie silence settling over this little corner of the cosmos, makes it feel later. "Who's barkeeping tonight?" I call out as I approach the Kate, hoping to find some other insomnolent preparing for a long night, rather then bedding down for the duration. "And what have you by way of contraband russian vodka? Only the good stuff, if it can be found?"
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