kicked out.

After 11 wonderful, back to back days of guiding in Johnstone Strait and the Broughton Archipelago, I am exhausted. Guiding largely means cooking and then washing the dishes for 12 people, 3 times a day. I think I’m pretty decent in the kitchen, and I’m a blossoming foodie, but I am exhausted right out of food at the moment. I tried to whip up a sauce for my pasta tonight using 2 out of a possible 3 ingredients labelled with my name on them in this communal fridge, in this hostel-like staff house. Let me tell you, the sauce sucked so bad I actually washed it off my pasta, and decided to stick with a dash of olive oil and sea salt instead. With a large glass of wine on the side.

I’m kicking myself out of the kitchen.

I cannot wait to be back in my little home in the city. Cue boyfriend who is good in the kitchen. I’ll be on the couch with my feet up, watching a movie. Ahh. Yes.