This is my formula for most days
I have the good fortune of knowing incredibly generous people. We went out on the boat on a fantastically gorgeous Sunday.
We snacked on smoked tuna dip.
One day I'm going to figure out how to recreate this without actually smoking tuna myself. I'm pretty sure that requires equipment I can't get to.
This is my favorite thing about going out in the Gulf.
They'll come right up to the boats and look at you. Will thinks they know something we don't. I'm not going to dispute that.
The little guy or gal put on a show for us rolling around and swimming by the boat. You could see the mama dolphin a little further out, and when she thought baby should come to her she let him (or her) know! There was probably some underwater communication, but she blew the water out of her blowhole really hard twice like she was saying "Get over here!"
Then we saw a shark.
Okay, so we don't know it was a shark for sure. But let's just say it wasn't saying hello like a dolphin, and I wasn't going to get out a see for myself. There are no pictures of the shark because I didn't have the wherewithal to grab my camera a shoot. Sharks'll do that to you.
For dinner we like to stop at this little place
Mmmm, Montego Bay. We'd had a snack while Will's dad cleaned the boat, so I wasn't starving. But I can always find room for gumbo.
Legend has it the recipe for their gumbo comes from the owner's grandmother, who was a Cajun. The owner is in his seventies, so that makes this recipe pretty old. And pretty darn tasty. Scratch that. It's delicious.
Even though the gumbo already has a pretty decent kick, a little Crystal hot sauce never hurt anybody.
We also had key lime pie, but that was gone before I even though about snapping a picture.
One day I'm going to make gumbo and pray it's as good as this one.