Perfect Biscuits

I have to admit, when I thought of living on a boat, one of my early thoughts was making biscuits. Growing up in the north, in my family, biscuits were something that you peeled out of a pressurized can with a certain doughboy on the front. Fighting about who had the honor of "bursting" the can was most of the biscuit excitement. 

Six Months In

We have now been on the boat for 6 months, and I have a lot to write about the undertaking we've chosen. My primary thought is, usually, so what? We've harbored qualities of avant-gardeness for most of our time together. So we want to live on a sailboat? Who cares? (And maybe you don't and you can stop reading now.) Most days I don't think our lifestyle is all that extraordinary. It seems crazy even as I type, that this life doesn't feel so different than our previous life at times.

Poached Rhubarb Cream Pie

We've arrived back in the states and accordingly, one of my first priorities was to get to a grocery store. I did a mostly stellar job, if I do say so myself, provisioning for the last month and only did one grocery store run in Marsh Harbor (where the food wasn't as outrageously expensive and when grandma came to visit).  I would have been happy with a Publix but I decided to treat us to Whole Foods. I know, not the best corporation, but Florida is not the land lof cooperatives, and local, organic foods aren't ubiquitous (although since it's summerland all the time here, there are a lot of local foods but they're mostly conventionally farmed). 

Bahamas: Great Sale and Grand Cays

I know, I know. I haven't kept up a good account of the places we've been on this blog. I've started writing a post about a typical day for us, and in reflecting, it feels as though we're nearly as busy as we were prior to living on the boat. The busyness (minus Kai's work) is a different kind of busy though. We have things like sailing, boat chores, maintenance, planning, and exploring to do in addition to all the usual activities in a day: cook, eat, groom, school (which for us is drawing, writing words, and listening to stories), look in the mirror and sing Moana songs (the mirror is critical to this activity and this is mostly a Rev thing), and play.

Cabbage Slaw

After almost two weeks of being away from US grocery stores we've hit slaw phase, in which we proceed to replace lettuce and other delicate greens with cabbage. It's also a time where I'm reminded that cutting cabbage by hand, uniformly, is simply never going to be my strong suit. Actually, make that all greens. Kai usually makes note of how large the greens are in my salads, but I feel I have no patience nor business trying to make the elegant leafy green small beyond leaf-like recognition. 

Once more, with feeling.

First, let me warn you that I cannot and will not stop marveling at the color of the sea in the Bahamas, and I will try to fit the turquoise splendor into my narration as often as possible. I can't help it.

We planned on West End being a short stopover on our way to more remote cays, however, stopping there did allow us to see a little bit of what the locals have been dealing with since Hurricane Matthew hit last fall.

Bahamas Baby

After preparing feverishly all day, we left Lake Sylvia, Fort Lauderdale, Florida at midnight, prepared for about a 12 hour sail to West End, Grand Bahama Island. We wanted to make sure to have plenty of daylight when we arrived to check into customs and find a place to stay for the night.

There were countless chores to do before heading offshore such as putting our new dinghy on deck (dinghies are best lashed on deck instead of towing or hanging behind the stern on the arch), putting all the tools and items away (for future information, this basically takes longer than it takes to sail across the Atlantic), and general stowing of anything that could fly around and break something or someone.