Plate Full of Fish

One of the perpetual highlights of the summer had to be all of our dinners and evenings on the Exodus forward deck (aka “the net”) with Lady Carolina.  We potlucked together more often than we not, and usually one of us was doing the Southbound Evening radio net at 6pm, so we usually started right after that ended.  We became like one big family, comfortable enough to try new recipes on each other, some with success, some not.  The four boys would always do dishes together while the adults retreated to the net where it was a bit cooler.  One night we were out there talking until past 1 am!  One night in the logbook it reads, “had a plate full of fish for dinner with Lady Carolina,” and I had to laugh when reading it.  We had been having safe arrival cocktails together, and dinnertime was approaching, and neither of us really had anything prepared, but we wanted to keep hanging out so we just cooked up a big plate of fish.  That’s it, that’s all we had for dinner.  A “plate full of fish.”  Sometimes, the company is more important