Apologies to readers for the dearth of posts here, but on something of a lark, I
agreed to come down to Key West to cook for my cousin Robert and his crew who
are racing a Farr 40 in the annual Acura regatta, nine sailors and assorted friends
and family, dinner for 15 in a swell old Key West house. Reminds me of college,
with people sleeping all over the place. We're making big family meals--ribs,
big strip loin roasts, local snapper, tonight lobsters, tomorrow scallops and
pork belly. Donna convinced me to do it by saying it was the only way I'd give
myself a vacation. So here I am. It didn't hurt that the temperature in
Cleveland when I left was -4 degrees. I'll be back blogging next week.
Probably... I'm really liking this balmy air...