SPROUTS!

    Those who know me well wondered how I would cope without a garden to tend while sailing.  I jokingly said that I was going to walk around the islands wearing a placard that read “WILL GARDEN FOR FRESH FRUIT & VEGGIES”.  It hasn’t come to that yet, but the truth is my gardening urges have torn at me often ashore when I see fruit or vegetables dangling on a vine inside someone’s fence, a weedy area, or an unkempt tropical plant.
     My Dad once told me that our family name, GLISTA, meant “worm”.  Afterward, my aunt (who made multiple trips to Poland) and a number of polite Polski acquaintances offered “of the earth” as a translation.  No matter how you look at it, the GLISTA name suits my immediate family well, as virtually everyone is totally into nurturing and growing. 
     I cleaned and saved a pickle jar recently and finally made a first attempt at cultivating some fresh sprouts on board Exit Strategy.  The captain kept looking at me and the jar sideways.  I could tell he was thinking, What is she gonna make me eat now…

Voila! Crispy, crunchy mung bean sprouts in 36 hours.

PS:  Happy 60^th Birthday to Captain Dan!
(Don’t feel too sorry for him.  He wasn’t served the sprouts today, but did enjoy homemade full milkfatted, buttered, sugared banana cream pie.)