Fried food in my forties

Clear, liquid gold. Scent of hot peanut oil. Spatter as beer-battered fish strips are dropped in. An eruption of oily froth with each addition, then a settling into furious bubbling around each strip, like caterpillar feet on hot sand. We rarely fry food at home. The kids wanted fish sticks the other night. I moaned. … Continue reading Fried food in my forties

Snow white

I’m sitting by the window with a fuzzy blanket on my lap and a cup of coffee steaming on the sill. The sun has just come out and is shining on a fresh coat of unexpected snow. The light on the white porch rail is dazzling. Fresh snow sparkles in the herb bed. I slept … Continue reading Snow white

Candy apple red

It crackles: sweet, ruby red, and shellac smooth. When I was a little girl I wanted a candy apple red Corvette. One of the old models, with the sweeping lines and the chrome bumpers — not the modern ones so covered in plastic they look like sedans. I have no idea why I wanted a … Continue reading Candy apple red

Midnight Blue

Image courtesy of mypubliclands on Flickr (CC by 2.0) Deep, magical, dusted with stars: midnight blue. It was my favorite Crayola color. It was rich, mystical, a dark night blue with the tiniest hint of green. I looked for excuses to color night scenes, to color oceans. The Crayola boxes don’t contain midnight blue anymore. … Continue reading Midnight Blue

The butt cleat

Sailors have a reputation for colorful language,¬†usually in relation to swearing and storytelling. I admit, this is one of the aspects of sailing that tickles me most: the vocabulary. The terminology¬†is filled with unfamiliar words that I’m slowly learning — words that sound old and nautical, like shroud and sheet, halyard and cleat. In our … Continue reading The butt cleat

Strawberries

Photo courtesy of condesign on Pixabay. One of my favorite memories from our lives in Florida is from when the kids were small — our daughter was maybe 3 years-old and our son 5 — and we went strawberry picking. The berries glistened like red candy against emerald leaves in row upon row of raised … Continue reading Strawberries