Before owning the Riggin, Jon and I ran a charter yacht. The bulk of our summers were spent in New England and we were always longing to spend much of that time in Maine waters.
The passing of Andrew Wyeth prompted Jon to post about our first meeting of the Wyeths. My perspective was a little different. The Wyeths were guests of the charterer's and came aboard for dinner. Requests had been made prior to their boarding for Cajun Swordfish and something with garlic and shrimp.
The entire story needs to be prefaced with the fact that I was 3 months pregnant. And with the further fact that while for some the nausea part of the program only happens in the morning and the first three months, for me it happened all the time and for the full 9 months. Biggest triggers? Seafood and garlic.
Soooo. I'm in the galley preparing dinner inbetween undignified trips to the head (bathroom for land folks) in our personal cabin. Cleaning myself up thoroughly every time and returning to my station. Just as I opened the bag of shrimp to begin to marinate it, I felt that lovin' feeling come over me again. Race to the head, quickly but quietly. Do my thing. Clean. Brush teeth.
As I exit the cabin I hear Jon saying, "Let me introduce you to my wife." Oh, God. I climb the companionway steps with a smile plastered on my face and a quip tripping off my tongue. Quickly made my excuses so I could return to the galley to continue cooking dinner. Race to the head…..
Everyone said dinner came out excellent as usual. I took their word for it.
Feeling much better now, thank you
© 2008 Anne Mahle