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I put together a shopping list of ingredients for mole sauce: tomatillos, sesame seeds, dried mulato chilies, dried pasilla chilies, dried ancho chilies, almonds, and anise. Other ingredients I had on hand. While shopping at the grocers I looked for any of these items. The other alternative is to order them online, like from Amazon.
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I had had chicken mole but I couldn’t remember which restaurant. On the phone with Eloisa we concluded it had been a special entree at Southern River Walk. Restaurants routinely use premade sauces and marinades. The chicken mole probably was concocted from a premade sauce. It comes as a paste that is mixed with fresh ingredients. A little goes a long way.
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I looked at reviews of mole sauces on the internet. I found that the reviewers had their own tastes and their reviews were biased, but the information was helpful. I found a brand that would be acceptable and produced the three moles I was interested, rojo, coloradito, and negro. That brand is Juquilita, rated best by the Chicago Tribune, Chicago where Frontera, Rick Bayliss’ restaurant reigns supremo, probably the USA authority on Mexican cuisine. I purchased all three pastes and probably will give away some, mole is a fad with me right now, and I know I will be on some other kick in a while. Right now it is exploring authentic Mexican mole.
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The news, about a month old, was that my old delivery skipper, Cap’n Ford, and his mate were robbed at gunpoint after transiting the Panama Canal on the Pacific side. Apparently they are unharmed but the gunmen took everything off their catamaran. I guess they have insurance and will soon have new electronics, cell phones, etc. They had been anchored at Isla Los Pearlos.
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The news from a certain island in South Florida was that Eloisa’s minivan was still experiencing electrical problems. She replaced the battery and when it died a few days later, the auto parts store tested it and declared it as defective and replaced it. The replacement died and the store replaced it with an upgraded battery. I googled Ford Windstar battery drain and found a multitude of reports. I thought she must have the ultimate lemon-mobile, but there was also a posting that the 2003 Ford Windstar was the highest rated minivan as far as reliability. I purchased a pdf service manual by Haynes for $7.48 on eBay and downloaded it. 308 pages. Perhaps we will be able to find the fault and fix it. She is disconnecting the ground strap on the battery whenever she parks it.
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I ran out of Good Seasons Italian salad mix which I use to make my balsamic vinaigrette dressing. The alternative is simple, I changed my vinegar to oil ratio from 1:1 to 1:2. To a cup and a half of this mixture add a teaspoon each of garlic salt, black pepper, onion powder, and italian herbs. This last ingredient is by Southeast Grocers, I think it was from Winn-Dixie and it’s the store brand.
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I was out of bread and went shopping. I decided to get either chicken or pork to pair with mole sauce. Also I bought avocados, a lime, and a small jar of medium salsa, these ingredients for guacamole. At the store was pork loin, the package for $8.43.
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Back at the boatyard I reviewed Rick Bayliss video about carnitas, mexican pork. He showed how to cook it 3 different ways. It looks like I will sautee for an hour on low heat, then crisp them up quickly on high, then reduce and cook them in whatever mole I choose. I made rice as the base for the dish.
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The mole paste came in courtesy of Amazon. I chose red mole for the carnitas. I sauteed the pork in a medium pan for an hour on low heat. The pan was cleaned and red mole paste, about ¼ cup, was whisked with water until there were no lumps. I did not add tomato puree because I had none, but will do so next time. The pork loin chops were deboned and trimmed of any remaining fat and shredded into the mole sauce. I should have let things marinate longer, but I knew that when this moment came I would try the concoction out right away. The taste was great even though I took shortcuts and didn’t follow directions. I had the pork with rice and found it was very filling. Two good size chops made about 4 servings.
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I had three 17 oz. packages of paste and I could see I had enough to last a long time. I would recommend most cooks would be happy with one package. The paste is supposed to be mixed with almost double the quantity of tomato puree and additionally triple the quantity of stock or water. A little paste goes a long way. One 17 oz. package will make 6 pounds of mole sauce.
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The red mole is good with chicken or turkey and apparently with pork. I am not going to try the others until I’ve run out of the red.
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The question remains, what about my Ole Mole concoction that I’ve used in soups and chilies, is it any good? Mole can vary almost infinitely and my Ole Mole fits in, but not as complex as the pastes from Mexico.
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The next day the avocados were ready for guacamole. So simple and easy, scoop them out into a suitable bowl, break them up with a cheap spoon from Walmart, it is sharp as a knife, squirt juice of a lime into the mix, fold in a small jar of medium salsa. Voila! It is so good and easy to make.
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The image is an acrylic painting of sliced avocados by Herb Vera, it is available for purchase at saatchiart.com.

I can recommend videos by Kiana on YouTube. Search Kiana Sailor and you will find this young indomitable sailor who has been sailing a 1974 Wharram Narai MKI across the Atlantic and piling on the mileage on a fifty year old plywood catamaran. When she started she did not know how to sail and sailed alone because she didn’t want to have responsibility for others until she learned.
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I had some leftover avocados that weren’t ripe enough for Eloisa and now that she’s departed maybe I could make some guacamole with them. They are ripe and creamy, perfect. An Alton Brown recipe for guacamole contains 10 ingredients. Most of the ingredients are found in salsa, so I bought a small jar of salsa. I was surprised that the salsa had no cilantro in it, which was one of the ingredients in the guacamole, but a friend said cilantro is allergenic to many and that might be a reason not to include it in your salsa. I did need a lime, but to make guacamole quickly, just mash the avocados and add some picante salsa, to taste, then sprinkle lime juice.
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I searched several brands of salsa and only one had cilantro or coriander in it. Most “authentic” recipes have cilantro. Not everyone likes salsa and some are allergic to it, so not having it is a safe move by the food manufacturers.
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I made the quac and it is good. In fact it is gone now, before dinner, along with some blue corn tortilla chips. The ratio was about 2:1, avocado to salsa. One lime, beat up, sliced, and juiced into the mix. So easy and so good.
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A while ago I had purchased a cloth skinned lightweight garden hose for Eloisa to use when she was cleaning boats. Someone borrowed it and returned me a brand new hose because the original had developed a leak. He repaired the original and kept it. Now the replacement was borrowed, again, and developed a leak, but the borrower said it must be due to u/v deterioration. I checked the hose and found it to be leaking in only one spot, no u/v deterioration noted.
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These hoses are about 50% more expensive than an ordinary hose and from my experience, are very fragile. On YouTube, of course, are repair videos, some questionable. It looks like you don/’t always get what you paid for.
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They moved Kojak to midnight on the local TV channels, so I am jonesing on the NY accents, but I can hear them on the internet. The local New York City sports blogs feature a lot of local accents, plus, they are going wild now with the prospect of Aaron Rogers coming from the Green Bay Packers to the NY Jets. Sorry about those who don’t care.
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It’s crazy. There are 24/7 pod casts about the Rogers Jets thing. People going crazy. Entertaining if you have nothing else to do. Since I don’t, I’m vulnerable.
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That’s the whole thing about the defective hoses and hose borrowers, it’s a distraction from the distraction.
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I have been tending to nutritionally dense recipes, gravitating to spinach and lean protein, less carbs. A recent article mentioned a fad diet that I hadn’t heard of before, the MIND diet. Of course I would be interested in that one. It is basically the Mediterranean diet with more emphasis on nuts and berries. I do not have to make many huge changes to switch over, just eat more nuts and berries. They even allow wine in moderation, ha.
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Cap’n Webb Chiles, now 81 years old, was jonesing about sailing, so he has gone out to sea on his little 24 foot Moore 24. I looked online at his tracking positions, one every 6 hours, until the day before yesterday when they stopped. This is significant, I thought, but maybe he accidentally turned it off, but maybe a ship ran him down, maybe he got his little boat into a bad jam. I checked the weather offshore and it didn’t look that bad. I began to worry. I kept rechecking, but no further updates appeared. The next day the track of Webb’s boat landed in Hilton Head, from whence it departed, so, I expect the news will be OK.
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My friend Tom, up in the NYC area, sent me several boating links including a story about a 70 foot trimaran and a couple who were going to deliver it to Miami from Charleston, a trip I have made in delivery with several boats. I couldn’t stand the YouTubers that posted the story, so much that I watched several other of their videos, I couldn’t stand them because they were young and given the keys to a yacht that must be over a million dollars. They should have gone on some of my deliveries, cheaper yachts, mostly not worth over a quarter million.
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I made my first MIND diet meal, a salad with herring as the protein. I had spring mix and spinach, matchstick carrots, raspberries, blueberries, and black berries. A lot of people are turned off by pickled herring, but in a vinaigrette salad, they’re already pickled with vinegar, they fit right in. It’s almost like raspberry vinaigrette dressing, but the other berries are in there too. Someone suggested, “That’ll keep you regular”.
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The news from town is that someone has purchased the waterfront including the Locals restaurant. Apparently the waterfront will become home to a 90 ft yacht and the restaurant will be redone yet again.
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My second MIND meal is the same salad as before, but with chicken as the protein, and sliced beets added. The beet juice makes the chicken look pink. It is quite good, I like this diet, so far. .
YouTube likes to prompt videos that have the same topic of ones you have already seen, so if you are looking for videos about Aaron Rodgers, you will have several more suggested by YouTube. I was interested in guacamole and YouTube prompted me with one by Rick Bayliss, noted chef of Mexican cuisine. After watching that one more videos by Rick appeared, his series is called “Mexico: One Plate at a Time”. He has a video making authentic Oaoccan black mole sauce. I had never seen anyone prepare it before and my own attempts at mole are attempts to duplicate texture and flavor or at least get in the ballpark. His procedure takes 3 or 4 days including blackening 3 kinds of chilies and a slew of ingredients. I am sure what he is making is fantastic, but it sounds a lot like the Dairy Hollow gumbo recipes, epic preparation and lots of dishes, pots, and pans to clean up afterwards. Rick Bayliss was asked by President Obama to become the White House chef, but he declined due to managing several restaurants in the Chicago area.
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YouTube prompted me to this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6s7C_wTTv8, which is the building and sailing of James Wharram’s 51ft catamaran, Tehini. The image at the head of this blog is a photo from James Wharram Designs of that boat. Design plans are available for purchase.

The rain came overnight after 30 knot winds blew things around in the boatyard. I had secured everything and covered any stuff outside the boat. The space next to me was now vacant, the old World Cat that had sat there for years was now launched after a long refurbishment by Houston the tattoo artist.
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I remained huddled inside the galley watching Saturday morning cartoons, no need to go out in the rain. I did go to the pilothouse, aft, to get breakfast supplies out of the fridge. There were downpours and lulls. After the deluge was over, the sun came out. The no-see-ums also came out. So I remained indoors, writing.
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We had had another nice meal at Southern River Walk and when the bill came I was surprised that the alternative wine was much higher priced than my usual, which they were out of. They had assured me that the replacement would cost the same. After recalculating the bill they gave me a $25 gift card.
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The no-see-ums had disrupted our steak and salad event at the stone table near the woodshop. I now had steak and salad in the fridge, but where could we gather without the bugs? Maybe a beachside park on Amelia Island.
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Eloisa arrived from her daily wanderings with Blue her black cocker. I had texted her “I have 2 zip loks of salad, 2 steaks, 2 forks, 2 plates, 2 chef knives, and my balsamic vinaigrette dressing”. She took me to Notter’s Pond where the sign says, “No Dogs” and “No Alcohol”, among other no-no’s. She set up a small child’s table with purple legs and two beach chairs. It was an excellent place to have a steak salad picnic.
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A fellow who had met us before in this park on his Honda Goldwing motorcycle came by again and chatted. We were now out of wine. We packed up and left to go to Southern River Walk where I could buy more wine with my gift card. How nice.
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Eloisa said she would be returning to South Florida where she could get the coconut fronds she needs to weave more birds and other items such as fish and lightning bolts. We had had a great time over the past couple of weeks.
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The image is a photo of the live oak trees at the park with the pond.

I gave away a quart of the Cajun bean soup to Steve the Welder. I suggested he water it down a bit, like it was condensed soup. I later did the same and had a nice 3 mugs. I envision making the soup with rice instead of beans.
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I used some of the kielbasa in my omelet sandwich with sunnyside up egg. A nice change of pace and ethnically appropriate.
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Eloisa texted me from the laundry, totally unexpected. It was a beautiful day and I suggested we make pasta with meat sauce on the Pandemic Porch. I had repaired an electrical outlet and could operate a hot plate on a little table on the porch.
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First I boiled a pot of water for the pasta and set it aside. Next a large skillet received onion, garlic, and green pepper, then in went two pounds of ground chuck. When the whole mess was properly wilted and browned a large can of petit diced tomatoes went in. I set the skillet aside and brought the water to boil again and threw in the garden rotini pasta. When it was just al dente the pasta went into the skillet which was brought back up to temperature. As it was bubbling, shaved parmesan was spread over the top. A photo of the melty pasta concoction was sent around. Robert showed up. Eloisa and her black dog named Blue played with a ball. One of the children of the boatyard began playing with the dog.
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The pasta was quite good and enough left over for 3 lunches.
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My next preparation would be chicken mole soup. But that would have to wait.
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The next day Eloisa said she wanted to make birds, i.e., woven birds out of palm fronds. I suggested we go to Southern River Walk for happy hour from 4 to 6. It was only about 2:30. I decided we should go hang out there where she could make birds and I could enjoy their pinot noir. It turned out it was happy hour from 2 to 6. I texted Geoff and Karen to join us, my treat. They had given us a great dinner about a week ago.
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Eloisa and her woven birds as well as the black dog named Blue received a lot of attention. The place was surprisingly busy for a Monday afternoon. She hung her first bird up and it turned slowly in the breeze, it looked almost alive. Patrons came and took photos of it. She hung another bird, birds of a feather, both twisting in the breeze. A lady purchased one of the birds. Another went up. A man purchased one of the birds. Geoff and Karen arrived promptly at 5 in their red bug eyed Austin Healey Sprite.
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I had just finished a chicken parmesan sub sandwich. It was one of my favorite sandwiches when I lived in Connecticut, but after trying two of them down here in Georgia, I gave up, they couldn't make them as tasty. It was the special of the day at Southern River Walk and it was maybe the best chicken parm sub (we called them wedges up in Connecticut) ever. Eloisa had caesar salad with some roasted chicken for Blue.
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Geoff and Karen invited us for dinner, but of course we were full. We went to their house to consume more wine. Eloisa had 3 birds in the hand and offered one but they declined. We had some excellent red wine and talked about moving a couple of sections of floating dock that had drifted up the river to Geoff's dock. The floating docks came from Lang's Marine in St. Marys, set adrift by the last hurricane. Karen was concerned that Geoff's plan to tow the docks with one of his boats was dangerous. We agreed to help him the next day and cancel our trip to the beach.
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The next day he canceled moving the docks due to it being very windy and hard to control the boat. We invited them to join us at the Sandbar on Fernandina Beach. We enjoyed a fine afternoon there but my salad with blackened shrimp was overpriced and not of very good quality. We had pinot noir as the rose wine was not available.
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The next day was happy hour at Southern River Walk. We enjoyed good food at reasonable prices. My problem was all the leftovers I had in the fridge that would go bad if we didn't eat them and we were eating out almost every day.
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We did consume the remaining chicken mole soup and now had one serving of the cajun bean soup and some of the pasta remaining.
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In the morning I saw a boat pulling floating docks very slowly down the river past the boatyard. It was not Geoff's boat. We went to the park that has the sign "No Dogs" with Blue the black cocker spaniel. He likes to run and chase balls that we knock quite a distance with a Wilson composite tennis racket. When he returns with the ball he doesn't give it to us right away. He keeps it and takes a little bit of a rest, then drops the ball near one of us so we can continue.
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We went to the Pirate's Point bar for happy hour and found Geoff and Karen there along with his neighbor Paul and his wife. The neighbor was grateful that Geoff had caused the floating docks to be removed by DNR, so he treated them to dinner and drinks.
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When Saturday came around Eloisa had asked me if I wanted to join her in Kingsland to see the Mardi Gras parade. It would be too early for me I said. However, I found myself awake at just past 7 in the morning and texted her about coming along. We brought folding chairs and watched as the crowd gathered along the parade route. Many wore mardi gras accessories, such as beads, pirate garb, very Key Westian.
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After the parade finished we went into the cordoned off street where a street fair was materializing. I had a tuna poke sandwich which was very good and well priced for the amount of tuna on it. My hip was bothering me and I sat at one of the rides of the fair, a climbing wall. The participants don a harness that clips to a safety line that goes up to the top of the wall and is regulated by a pneumatic shock absorber sort of device. If an unfortunate kid slips, they do not fall to their death, they slowly ease on down to the ground. It looked like a lot of fun and there was a constant line to try it. If you made it to the top there is a bell there to ring to let everyone know.
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Eloisa went to get some Cuban food and brought the car around to the fair. There was a car show going on and Geoff and Karen had their Sprite entered. We met with them and Geoff said if the ballots for the best in show were only for those that had entered a car, then he wouldn't win, but if anyone could vote then he would win. It seems the car show entrants are mostly Detroit products and they tend to vote for Detroit products. A Pontiac won the show.
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We shopped a bit and then went to the park. It was only about 2:30. I usually waste the early part of the day, but today I was up and at it from daybreak. We played Wilson racket ball with Blue. A fellow on a Honda Goldwing came by and fished in the pond in the corner of the park. He gave up and stopped by and played with the dog. He lives in the neighborhood of boatyard.
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We returned to Southern River Walk where Jambalaya was the special of the day and Roasted Shrimp and Corn Chowder was the soup of the day. I had both as well as the ridiculously cheap happy hour wine, $3 a glass. A duo of guitar and drums set up and played music.
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The image is of one of the palm frond birds hanging in Southern River Walk.

It would be a hike in the park near the soon to be ferry dock, but I had lost my wallet. The clothing accessory that makes me so attractive. We drove back to the boatyard and on board I found the wallet still in the drawer, but I remembered taking from the drawer. Was it today or yesterday. It's one of those automatic things that you do or assume you do, like where you put your cell phone or wallet.
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We were on our way earlier than usual, we chose a long way back to the River Walk. We went in and dawdled at our drinks. The wait staff was late anyway, so it all worked out. I texted Geoff and Karen that we were at Southern River Walk and it was my treat. They didn't show up. We had the excellent clam chowder. We took a lot of time. We were watching patrons arrive and gradually the place started filling up. I had a burger. We left and when we passed the gas station restaurant we saw Geoff and Karen's car, so we dropped in. We chatted and they departed. We returned to the boatyard after a day of bar hopping 2 bars.
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Rain was in the forecast and it did pour during the night. The next day was cloudy, dreary, with intermittent rain. I texted Eloisa hot soup if she wanted any. It was midafternoon when she showed up. We had our soup on the pandemic porch and she, thinking outloud, decided to head South to Pompano Beach or Fort Myers. Then she left, just like that. We had had a fun week.
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The next day was Super Bowl Sunday. Eloisa texted me that she and Bleu made it down South OK. In the boatyard it was damp, windy, and chilly. I watched the pregame show that seemed to go on forever and heated up a pot of cream of chicken mushroom florentine soup. When the game came on it was a very evenly matched game with it being tied several times. In the end it was won by a field goal with 8 seconds left. I called my folks in Hawaii during the game and our usual hour or so phone call was over in 12 minutes. We had to watch the game.
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I awoke at about 5 in the morning to pee and it was chilly. Then I realized I was supposed to go to Brunswick with Komputer Ken and drive his car back while he checked into the hospital for surgery. He said we would leave at 6:45 so I leisurely make breakfast and coffee. Two sunnyside up eggs with ham and melted cheese on pumpernickel.
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Ken texted me that the hospital called and had scheduled him for 6 AM, but it was past that and we would have to leave right away. I grabbed my wallet and met him at the car and we left the boatyard. We went about 10 miles and Ken stopped to get gas, found he had forgotten his wallet. We returned to the boatyard and started all over again.
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On the way up to Brunswick on I-95 the hospital called and he repeated the address and I put it into Google maps on my phone. There were two possible locations for his surgery and until now he was simply driving to Brunswick without knowing his destination. We would end up 2 1/2 hours late, but the hospital rescheduled him. He said "This might work out in spite of my best efforts".
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After I returned to the boatyard I decided to use Ken's car to run a bunch of errands. I brought my laundry with me, stopped at the post office, then started laundry in the mall nearby. Next I shopped for a few items at Dollar Tree, where I buy my cheap reading glasses that never seem to last very long, then return to laundry to put the clothes in the dryer, head on up to Tractor Supply to refill an empty propane bottle, then go to the hair salon for an appointment haircut. While I was leaving Geoff appeared to get his hair cut. I then shopped for ingredients for Cajun Bean soup. After folding laundry and returning to the boatyard I began making the soup.
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This started as a Martha Stewart kale and kielbasa recipe which I converted to include beans. I used the ham beans cajun flavored 15 bean package. I used baby spinach instead of kale and bought the big box of spinach. I diced an onion, two stalks of celery, added a bag of baby carrots , minced 6 cloves of garlic, added the remnants of a jar of Better than Bouillon, roast chicken flavor, and a large can of petit diced tomatoes. The original recipe called for pasta, but this soup was too thick to add any pasta to it, even though I started with 8 cups of water. It might be 8 quarts of soup in total. Cooking time is 2-3 hours or whenever the beans get done.
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The end result was way over salted, probably due to the spice mix packet having too much salt. Maybe next time use ½ packet and adjust the seasoning afterwards. It is a tasty soup/stew though.
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The next morning I took a fare to the airport with Ken's car. It was his fare but he was in hospital so I did it for him. I returned to the boatyard where Ken texted me to come pick him up at the hospital. I made it there in about 35 minutes and drove him back to the boatyard. He had a neck brace and said his surgery was successful, but he was in pain. We stopped at the pharmacy for his pain meds.
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At the boatyard I wanted to make the oriental rice recipe but for some reason I was feeling bushed. After laying down for 2 hours I decided to not make the rice but instead had more of the Cajun bean soup.
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The next day I made the rice concoction. Instead of fried rice I made a sort of pilaf using fried rice spicing. I prepped onion, carrot, ginger, and garlic into a medium pot. In the galley I added a cup of rice, olive oil, turned up the heat, and put the tea kettle on the second burner with 2 cups of water. The rice mixture was stir fried while the water came to a boil, then the water was added to the rice and the whole pot boiled up vigorously. I added soy and oyster sauces and some sesame oil. The mixture simmered until the rice was done.
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I then added frozen cooked shrimp that had been cleaned and deveined, green peas, and green onion. The end result was a tasty dish, not fried rice, but tasting like fried rice. Yum.
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The image is a test of the galaxy s20+ in low light conditions. It is dusk in the boatyard.

Eloisa turned up in the boatyard without any advanced notice which I found annoying. We decided to have food and drink later. We went to the Southern River Walk which had their wonderful clam chowder as soup of the day, but Robert and Steve from the boatyard insisted on going to the gas station restaurant. It was chilly so we had a table with a charcoal grill in the middle, maybe something that once was in a Japanese barbecue grill. Geoff and Karen, the phd chemists, were there but left shortly after we arrived.
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The special was perogies in garlic butter sauce. I used to have perogies at our favorite restaurant years ago in Pasadena, Maryland. The perogies we were served were bland, not bad, but not tasty. I thought about that clam chowder we had missed.
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The next day we decided to go to the beach like we did last Spring, but when we got there fog was rolling in, thick fog. Eloisa was talking about oysters and we had passed a restaurant called Shuckers, they must have oysters. We returned there and I had a seared ahi tuna poke bowl with wasabi dressing, Eloisa had some oysters on the half shell and a bowl of seafood gumbo. We shared a bottle of rose wine.
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We shopped for ingredients for cream of chicken mushroom florentine soup and the next day I made it, this time without adding tomatoes. We sampled the soup on the pandemic porch while Doc of Doc's Chop Shop and Komputer Ken gabbed with us. Doc is rebuilding a gyrocopter. They declined the soup. Geoff the chemist bicycled through the boatyard and we had a chat. He also declined the soup and said he had to leave to cook dinner.
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Eloisa left to take a nap but she played with Blue, her black cocker, at the park with a pond that has a sign "No Dogs". She returned after I had washed the soup pots, etc. Let's go to Southern River Walk for Happy Hour. We snuck in back with Blue and had a couple pinot noirs. Geoff and Karen, the phd chemists, came and sat with us. I asked Geoff if he had already cooked dinner and he said no, wanna come over for dinner? Yes, of course.
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Geoff is a great cook and he got out some seafood and pasta, made a fantastic sauce and poured liberous libations of wine. It was so much fun.
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The next day we had dinner of soup.
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The next day we went to the beach. We made sure to stop at the ice cream shop. Then we ended up at the Sandbar, an accommodating beachside bistro. I ordered a bottle of rose and a poke bowl. These Hawaiian items are appearing on more and more local menus.
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I renamed the beach "Zen Beach". It was very warm for middle of winter, mid 70's. The beach was not crowded but full of people, dogs, one surfer dude that turned out to be a surfer girl, a flyover of a motored parasail. Blue would scamper over the sand to get a ball knocked by Eloisa and her Wilson tennis racket. We knocked off at 3 and took the long slow way back to St. Marys.
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We opted to stop in Southern River Walk again. A musician was setting up his equipment. When will he play? Eloisa said when we leave. And it did happen that way. During Happy Hour the house wine is $3 a glass.
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The image is of Fernandina Beach from promotional photos on the internet.
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