Crisis at Sea

Oh my God!!!! The worst has happened!!

It was bad enough when the ice ran out. Then the limes ran out, followed shortly by the tonic. As we drink the cheapest of vodka aboard Whisper we were just NOT enjoying this. But as sailors will, we made do. Think of it as drinking VERY dry martinis.

But then the unthinkable! Whisper's larder ran out of ketchup!!!

Had you grown up on my mother's cooking, a la spaghetti from a can, you would know that food is merely a vehicle for ketchup.

The only truly inspired moment of the Reagan years was when ketchup was deemed, for school lunch programs, a vegetable.

Ketchup is one of the four major food groups, the others being pasta, alcohol and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

On arrival in Oswego, Whisper's skipper immediately set out to remedy the grog and ketchup situations........What did he find instead? A farmer's market with tons of fresh produce!

Go figger! When the skipper wants fresh produce he finds liquor. When he wants liquor he finds fresh produce. So what did he do? He bought corn and tomatoes and peaches and plums and onions and peppers and goat cheese and ..............

If we are to be denied ketchup at least we'll feast!

Life aboard Whisper is good.