I love to cook. In fact, I’m chopping butternut squash as I dictate this passage to my iPad! But I won’t tell you what I’m making just yet. When I’m reading a book and someone mentions that they are eating a beautiful lobster and corn risotto, the book gets swiftly tucked away and I find myself googling the recipe and adding the ingredients to the cart on my remote shopping app for delivery. I then move to Amazon, where I begin searching for the perfect place mats. If the dish is good, I’ll have to serve it at my next dinner party this summer. Summer? Sundresses, solar lanterns for the patio. What dessert would I have? Hmm . . .
See this rabbit hole I just pulled you down? Let’s just stick with chopping squash.
The galley. That small, barely usable space where you have stuffed everything you need for a vacation. Imagine taking most things from your home kitchen and trying to fit them into a 3 × 4 space (and that may be generous) with minimal room for storage. But this little space is sacred because a happily fed crew is a content crew.
Isn’t this life in general? If we are fed—physically, emotionally, spiritually—we are content. And what size galley and provisions do you need to make that happen?
By the way, the squash is for a roasted butternut squash and quinoa salad. Google away, and enjoy.
