Sapodilla

This morning—after almost a week—I decided that the remaining sapodilla was ready to cut. It felt like a very firm baked potato but it had developed a soft spot so I decided to cut it before it rotted. It was delicious. Sweet, with a tropical flavor, and a grainy texture like a pear. I would love to return to the farmers market tomorrow morning and buy more but we are expecting a lot of wind and the harbor is probably going to be too rough for a dinghy ride. 

Later in the morning we took another five mile walk to the end of the point with Frances and Laurie from Glory Days. The wind had already clocked around to the south and there was a fair amount of chop in the harbor. Our dinghy ride back to Breeze On was a wet one. 

This afternoon a line of strong squalls passed through bringing SW winds of 30 knots. The harbor has no SW protection so the waves became quite large. George commented that it felt like we were at sea. Fortunately, the anchor held and the squalls did not last long. Once they had passed the sun came out, the wind dropped, and the harbor calmed right down. 

This morning’s sapodilla. 

Rainbow from a brief squall we had before our morning walk.