Glen, a long time Riggin Relic and friend, is often the first to greet me in the morning and I am often the first to greet him, with his cup of steaming coffee in hand. His cup is poured before anyone else’s, one because he’s a guest and two because he’s down in the galley having early morning conversation amid the chopping and slicing of vegetables and fruit in prep for all of the meals of the day.
Food memories come up often as we move in and out of intense work and then a sip of coffee. During one of these moments, Glen shared a memory he had of making doughnuts with his Grandmother who was the long-time cook at Bowdoin College in one of their fraternity houses.
We’ve been talking for two years about making his Grandmother’s doughnuts together. He’d long since shared the recipe with me, from memory, but I didn’t want to make my first batch without Glen. It just didn’t seem right.
Last trip, after another winter had gone by with out making doughnuts together, I put my foot down. We were making doughnuts and we were making them together on the boat. And so we did. And they were fantastic. And I felt full in so many ways!
You rock, Glen.