Artichokes and Some such

 

Artichokes Flowering from my garden.

Well what did I do, it's hard to remember so many years ago, it is hard enough to remember yesterday. I am just at the right age for forgetting, I hope that the memory gets better before it gets worse, or is it down hill from here?

I was bemused, I was expecting the crew to be sociable, I had never been on a boat before, well I had been on a ferry across the English channel when I was 17 years old, but walking up a gang plank on a boat that was swaying with nothing to hold on to was a little unerving and just added to the twitch I was in.

The Captain welcomed me on board, the crew was all squeeky clean, hair gell and after shave, getting ready to meet their girls. The captains girl was on board and was very nice to me, she helped me calm my nerves a bit, showed me my cabin for the week then they all dissapeared into the night leaving me to become aquainted with the boat. I felt LOST.

I made up some menues drank a beer and went to bed. I should have realized what sort of man Arthur was, when he completely re arranged my menues and told me what to cook the next day. Veal chops with white wine and grape sauce I did not like the idea of it at all, but did as I was told, I wanted the job. Boats, escapism, leaving all the worries behind. Leaving the mess in England my heart and my finances seemed a great idea.

I was up early the sea lapping at the hull of the boat woke me, I greated the salty morning mist and waited for the party goers to get up. Arther bleary eyed took me to the market, enthusiastic about every thing he saw. Menton is a beautiful cream coloured market with turquise gargoyles and a red tiled roof, Italianesque.

this is where I get stuck I need to take a photographs so that I can show you how pretty it is. I love this market, Arther and I bought a house together later on in the book of course, and when I was at home alone, I used to walk down the mountain see the mountain goats, the wild garlic, thyme wlak across town and go to the market, smell the cacophony of fresh fruits, dried hams, fish, fresh baked bread. I used to find a seat in the cafe nearby, have a croissant and orange juice and coffee and soak in the atmosphere. A habit I aquired and thoroughly enjoyed just about everywhere we went with the boat. The Caribean was differant, it was usually a coffee and spicy pasty.

I have digressed, something I am prone to do. I walked back to the boat with Arthur that morning, and all I had to do was concentrate on cooking the owner of boat his evening meal with his guests. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I was told at the end of the evening that Mr Mauran would like to employ me,

 

 

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[elliebaker@aol.com]

Great stuff my beautiful sister...I love you xxx