First of all, the explanation of the preceding post: I was taking a break. Get it?
It's a yolk.
So, what were we doing the past few days? Why wasn't I cooking?
We were here:
On the ship, they served baked Alaska.
(I'm not the only one who can crack yolks.)
Chuck and I took a tour of the massive galleys and admired the scope of the food-prep operation.
And, of course, we chowed down on the buffet.
Of course, that means now that we're home, we must take some careful measures to ensure that our pants will continue to fit. To that end, this dinner was very moderate: small, low-fat meatballs and fresh summer tomato sauce made with tomatoes and basil from the garden, which did just fine while we were gone thanks to some help from the neighbor kids.
This was just a spectacular vacation and I would encourage anyone to visit Alaska because the things you see there you just can't see anywhere else, and it's amazing and gorgeous.
(The only downside was our trip home on United "Total Bastard" Airlines out of Sea-Tac "Ninth Circle of Hell" "Airport." I would encourage anyone to avoid both no matter what. Maybe next time we'll go through Vancouver or something. On some other airline.)