Todays breakfast is as much about texture as flavor. We have the smoothness of cream of wheat, the milkiness of yogurt, the slimy peaches, crunchy nuts, and leathery raisins. All competing in a cacophony of sensations. It’s no wonder I love cream of wheat.
I’m eating to the sound of a motor yacht warming its engine, grinding its bow thruster. Ahh, life in the marina.
Lawn mowers or bow thrusters, take your pick.
Our last night out is behind us here in Kingston. We’ll stop in Shilshole to top up the fuel tanks, then head through the locks toward Lake Union. The marching band is tuning their instruments.
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