I can say, without fear of contradiction, that breakfast was the highlight of today. It was an exceptionally fine breakfast, and the rest of the day was exceptionally NOT fine, so breakfast wins hands down.
It did actually have a remarkably restorative effect on morale, even more than Woody the Pirate and his cries of “Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!”, which actually just made me want to have the bottle of rum.
To make Roz’s Purple Wonder Breakfast, take the following ingredients (mostly by Wilderness Family Naturals) :
– 2 tablespoons coconut cream (this is the stuff in a jar, not the powder)
– most of a mugful of freeze dried raspberries, leaving just enough room for…
– about a dozen cashew nuts (or any other kind of nut)
– and a handful of pumpkin seeds (or sunflower seeds, or pine nuts)
– big pinch Himalayan sea salt
– teaspoon of Western Australian honey with preserved ginger (optional)
Put them all in a thermos mug, and fill with boiling water. Leave to steep for about half an hour. (Recommended to row while waiting in order to work up good appetite.) Eat while admiring general seascape.
It turns out prettily pink, and very yummy. The blackberry version (coming up when I’ve finished the bag of raspberries) will be pleasingly purple. It was so good, in fact, that I make myself another mugful as an encore.
At one point John Kay (hello John!) and I were talking about producing a book of recipes inspired by my ocean adventures, but also handy for people on road trips who need to make a hot meal using nothing but a few simple ingredients and boiling water. We thought we’d call it “Just Add Water”, which seemed totally appropriate. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll get around to it.
Rowing-wise, the day was not so good. Increasingly northerlies, which are due to turn westerly (i.e. the wrong way) and strengthen, probably getting close to 30 knots. The sea anchor is out, and I’m going backwards. Oh, and it’s raining too.
Barracuda, wahoo, or longtom? I’m going with wahoo as the ID on my big fish, as it makes the best rhyme for limericks. But I am slightly distressed to hear that it could be an “emaciated juvenile”. That sounds very sad. And then to end up dead on the deck of a rowboat – just how unlucky is that?!
I still keep scanning the seas for signs of wildlife. But still nothing, apart from this seaweed (see photo). Less now than there was closer inshore, but still some rafts of it around. A shark or whale or dolphin would be a lot more exciting….
But the seaweed did remind me to give a shout-out to the Blue Frontier Campaign and their “seaweed rebels”. Seaweed = marine equivalent of grassroots, and BFC supports all kinds of grassroots efforts to preserve the oceans. My voyage is a project of the Blue Frontier Campaign, a registered 501(c)3 organization that can accept tax-deductible donations on my behalf. So if you know any big spenders who might care to contribute….!!
Thank you Dan Peschio and Graham Dickie.