For those of you who have been following this blog for a while or know me from before it, you know that I have difficulty passing up potato chips. I love trying new crazy flavors, and the other day came across this one:
Jamaican Jerk Chicken. I’d have to give it about a 5 out of 10. Some of the creatures didn’t like it at all, but I thought it was pretty good. Good enough to where, after eating one, you had to try a few more to see if you liked them or not. They were a little spicy, which is always good in my books.
Many have asked me how we get mail. We have a mailbox in California where we lived, and when ever we arrive someplace that mail can be sent to, I call, email or text the sweet ladies at the Mariners Mails Stop with the address, and they send us all our mail. Here at Boot Key Harbor, all the mail is set out in alphabetical order in the main marina hall, and the cruisers gather it up.
Yesterday, as we were passing through, the UPS man happened to have just arrived and said he had some packages for us. Our solar panels have arrived! We are so excited to get them installed onto Tanda Malaika. Right now they are sitting at the stern salon, ready for action. On Monday an installer will be here to help Danny install them.
We also received a package from a beautiful couple we met in Hawaii. The Golds have been our dear friends ever since and are living in Idaho Falls, and happen to be the best cookie makers ever!
The box was filled with delicious white chocolate chip, cranberry cookies, as well as butterscotch and chocolate chip cookies. They included a special note and booklet. What Angels they are!! It felt like Christmas.
This morning I awoke and made monkey bread for everyone to enjoy. I formed balls of dough, covered them in butter and cinnamon sugar, and dropped them into a bunt pan to bake.
They were supposed to bake for 35 minutes, and after 2 hours they were finally done. I dumped the pan over to get them out and poured a cream cheese frosting over them.
Danny, Mycah and I needed a couple things at Home Depot, and when we reached the dinghy dock, I jumped out to tie us up, and my flip flop slipped out from under me and my leg slid down between the dock and the post, into this hole where clams and mussels stuck to the post. I was instantly skinned above my ankle by the poor little creatures and walked into town with blood running down my lower leg.
It’s really not a big deal and stung a bit. On our way back to Tanda Malaika I hung my leg over the side of the dinghy to wash it off in the ocean, hoping to attract a shark for a good photo op, but none came. All is well, I cleaned it and placed clean gauze on it, and life is good.
I love our life on the ocean and am so grateful for it. We have so much to be grateful for as we constantly see the beauty around us.