I like the hot chocolate made by Wilderness Family Naturals. I like it plain. When on land, I like it spiced up with a tot of something interesting. I even like eating it in its powder form. I am considerably less enthusiastic about it when it is liberally coated all over the inside of one of my lockers, and all the contents therein.
This was today’s rather discombobulating discovery. A locker on the port side of the deck, which like all the other deck lockers leaks like a sieve, was found to be full of unpleasant brown liquid. Swishing my fingers through the opaque waters, I found amongst the swimming contents an empty hot chocolate bag.
One of the really good things about WFN hot chocolate is that it contains none of those evil, unhealthy trans fats that are in most hot chocolates (look on the label for “partially hydrogenated” oils). It consists of cacao, coconut sugar, dehydrated coconut milk, and Himalayan salt.
One of the really bad things about WFN hot chocolate is that coconut milk, when at Indian Ocean temperature, is a solid fat, so the powder has formed a gunky, slimy, congealed, lumpy coating all over everything – one of those coatings that is impressively good at transferring itself to anything it touches. Also, it is dark brown, which is not a good colour to have smeared all over one’s decks, clothes, skin etc.
For now I have let it be, to be dealt with when conditions calm down. This gives me time to consider how I am going to clean up the contents, pump out the brown water, and clean up the locker, preferably without my boat looking like the scene of a dirty protest.
I told myself it could be worse. In her book, Jessica Watson (the 16-year-old Aussie who sailed solo around the world) describes the aftermath of a knockdown and having to clean up the “dunny”. The brown stuff she had to deal with wasn’t hot chocolate.
Ah, the romance of life on the ocean wave!
Conditions today were the calmest they have been so far this month. The wind has been good for progress, but it would be nice to have a few “drying days” so I can air the cabin. The Purple Palace is getting rather fusty and damp, both from wet clothes coming in (although I minimize this as much as I can) and because I have this unfortunate habit of breathing in my sleep. It has been too rough even to have the ventilation holes open (see photo).
Sierra Sage – you’re very welcome. Of course, you realize you HAVE to be careful and stay safe now, because if anything bad happens I will feel awful for having encouraged you to get back on your horse. Good luck and ride safe!
Rico – yes, I do have arnica. But I’m over my nerves now. As Sierra will find out, the hardest part is the first minute. After that it gets easier all the time.
John Kay – thanks for the comment re Tiger Balm (not containing tiger) and Baby Cream (??!). Made me laugh! As did the comment from Marks the Spot. LOL!
Quote: I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one’s business on earth, like the male spider, who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like a state of continual becoming, with a goal in front and not behind.
(George Bernard Shaw) – plenty of “becoming” still ahead of me before I’m in any danger of success!
Photo: the ventilation holes are those two smaller holes below the hatch to my sleeping cabin. They have screw-in covers to keep water out, and a protective scoop-shaped partial cover on the outside.
Sponsored Miles: Grateful thanks to: Zan Janiszewski, John Miller, Ian Jefferson, David Tangye, Steve Maskell, Courtney Elwood, Tamara Fogg, Karen Morss, Jennifer Bester and Kamas Industries.