Reblogged from Enchanted Seashells...Confessions of a Tugboat Captain's Wife:
These recipes were requested by TheFurFiles. I hope you and your family enjoy them as much as mine does! I'm taking a break from baking until Thanksgiving when my son, DIL, and sister wife are in town.
News Flash...I'm losing my best buddy. The captain's leaving tomorrow for about 7 weeks. I know it's crazy, but that's the way it is.
The captain got home last night, and today he's off surfing. Now I'm a surf widow, but I'm using my time wisely to bake. If you haven't started or finished your holiday baking, try these healthy alternatives.
YAY!!!
But now at least he’s close enough to thump for going out again like that.
When there’s a high surf advisory, he’s in heaven. I think he deserves it after being gone so long, no?
On Sat, Dec 22, 2012 at 9:22 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo
Well yeah,as long as there’s time for the two of you.
Seriously! I’ll make sure he sees your comments.
On Sun, Dec 23, 2012 at 8:15 AM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo
I’ve learned to be sensitive.
My wife is often a surf-widow too.
double yay on the captain being home
Merry Christmas to you both
Merry Christmas to you, too!
On Sun, Dec 23, 2012 at 3:54 AM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo
Merry Christmas!!!
So glad he came home safely!!
Enjoy your time and have a very Happy Holidays!!!
Thank you, I’ll have him for about 3 weeks, and then I’ll be alone again. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you!
On Sun, Dec 23, 2012 at 1:31 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo
At least I know your Christmas will be Merry; hopefully , you will be merry-making! We won;t look for much from you until he leaves again. Enjoy !
Here I am, a couple days late! I hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas Day and you didn’t work TOO hard. We went for a walk on the beach before eating; it was cold and windy but very enjoyable! We needed to burn a few calories before the big carb loaded meal!
On Mon, Dec 24, 2012 at 12:33 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo