This is Lake Cochichewick in North Andover. I spent three long springs on this lake rowing at the Brooks School. An all-boys school in Massachusetts. This is a cold, rough place that taught me the true meaning of the term: “pain builds character.”
Whenever I feel physically challenged I think back to the last 100 yards of a lung-busting crew race down these waters, hands bleeding, soaked in near-freezing water, and I always know that nothing will be as horrible.
This picture was taken while I watched my daughter (National High School Champion rower in 2005) scrimmage against Nobles & Greenough.
While checking out at Stop & Shop I saw this monstrosity. A big box containing a full “Holiday Ham Dinner” — meat, squash, spuds, green beans. Me, I’ve been marinating a sauerbraten for four days, and have planned a full feast of rosti (Swiss potatoe pancakes), balsamic brussel sprouts with pancetta, devilled eggs, and … oops, forgot about dessert.
Cooking is a lost art. I gave myself the updated Gourmet cookbook for Christmas and have been working through it at every opportunity.
Capt. Tom cruises the gulf coast, buries the Union dead during the yellow fever epidemic in Tampa Bay (advancing a theory of germs), gets a leave and goes home to Cape Cod, returns, and pilots an invasion fleet making up for General Newton’s assault on St. Marks.
A big battle is coming