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I had Emily pinned in the corner of our v-berth, she screamed with delight.  We were having a tickling war and I was winning, abuse she cried, abuse, tickling is abuse.  I collapsed into our unbelievably comfy nest content to end another impossibly perfect day.  In a very heavy spanish accent Emily cooed; if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

Man Tacos

Winter is aways a struggle, while living aboard but on a 22′ sailboat it can be downright torture.  We live a vegan diet most days but come Monday its meat day and Emily finally got to experience my signature recipe, Man Tacos.

small sailboat galley

Simple, yummi and loaded with much needed fat to keep us warm through the coming winter.  Every Monday is a culinary experiment as we try to make use with the dregs from three and a half years of provisions that we have in all this time refused to eat.  Rusty label-less cans get pulled out, opened and if not completely rotten consumed.

sailing with dogs

It doesn’t matter what we are cooking sad dogie eyes conspire for a taste of what the humans are eating and those sad eyes always win our hearts over.

Provisioning

The budget is tight but come Mondays we make it walk the plank and I head of to the local food store with a crisp twenty spot clinched firmly in my hands.

Bacon love

Someday I may actually grasp the knack for cooking but for now its always filling, hot and there is plenty to go around.  This time of year the invitations start flying, everybody we know worries about us in our tiny boat.  We don’t have a lot but we have each other and that goes a long way.

They say we’re young and we don’t know
We won’t find out until we grow
Well I don’t know if all that’s true
‘Cause you got me, and baby I got you

They say our love won’t pay the rent
Before it’s earned, our money’s all been spent
I guess that’s so, we don’t have a pot
But at least I’m sure of all the things we got

I got flowers in the spring
I got you to wear my ring
And when I’m sad, you’re a clown
And if I get scared, you’re always around

Don’t let them say your hair’s too long
‘Cause I don’t care, with you I can’t go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb

I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me

I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won’t let go
I got you to love me so

I got you babe  ~ Sonny & Cher

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