Ok, so we get into Bahia Santa Maria late at night. I wake up. The boat is freaking disgusting. The previous night our liquor cabinet flew open coming through a choppy reach and all my best booze went flying. I’m not going to lie. I totally cried. I lost a bottle of St. George Absinthe, a bottle of pisco my friend brought back for me from Chile, a bottle of Applejack, and a bottle of Germain Robin Brandy. To put a numerical value on what I lost, I’d say it was upwards of $200. But in truth, it was the sentimental loss that drove me to the brink. I miss my bar. I miss my job. I miss the smell of fine spirits and more so I miss the taste. These bottles acted as a momentary transport to a previous life.
Well, to say the least, when these bottles came crashing down, and the overwhelming smell of fine spirits engrossed the main cabin. I had just about had enough of this new life. I was on the brink of quitting this whole endeavor and returning home. Of course, then I calmed down. Instead of quitting, I focused my energy on cleaning up all of the tiny shards of glass that had scatted through the entire cabin. While doing so, I began to notice how truly disgusting the boat had become with no one really cleaning anything and five people living on a crowded boat. Although I was still upset; more often than not, I just need time and space to scream… a lot. Still, I woke up from that upsetting night and the smell of what I lost permeated the air.
At that point, I had enough of the disgusting grime and grease and clutter I had been living in. That smell was my final straw. It was time for deep cleaning. First, I began what was supposed to be a small load of laundry to clean the disgusting dinner napkins that had not been washed since we left Los Angeles and all the wash towels that had accumulated over the course of the past ten days. Of course, my father decided this was a great opportunity for the whole boat to do all of their laundry. I mean, I get it, all the stuff it out to do it. However, I had enough to get done today. So after doing laundry by hand for a solid two hours, I decided I was done. I still needed to clean the rest of the boat. I began with the cushions, spraying with them with diluted Dr. Bronner’s and scrubbing out the dirt. Then, I moved to the floors. First, vacuuming everything with a tiny dust buster. After which, I got the mop out. Once the floors were finally clean, I polished the teak to that they would glisten once again. Oh god, did I mention the kitchen? De-greasing the oven and stove. Chiseling out gross moldy food residue with a toothpick. Polishing the stainless. Scrubbing out the stains in the Fromica. And jesus, the bathrooms… I’ll spare you the details. Then, my project for the day began. I needed to install hangers in the companionway for our PFD’s so that we could stop asking the question, “Yo! Have you seen my PFD?” Also, I needed to install hooks to organize the lines in the pit. After all this, I was finally finished.
And then, I was pooped. However, I had one more task I had to complete. Meals are sometimes the bane of my existence, but we gotta eat. This recipe is perfect after a long day of sailing or working on the boat. A chef I used to work for gave me the recipe; however, I spiced it up a little bit to give it the Megan flare my crew has grown to love (although, even if they don’t love it I would never know. If they ever complained, I would put them on a diet ;).
Quick and Easy Homemade Pork Ragu
2 lbs Pork Shoulder, cut into 4 pieces
5 Tomatoes, quarters
1 Onion, quartered
4 Cloves of Garlic, chopped
1 tbsp Dried Crushed Red Pepper