got his moose

 

I could see Robert pacing on the dock as we were beginning to tie up. Long sail across the Atlantic and he was there waiting with the stores(food supplies) that we had put together over the previous months for the upcoming northern trips. I waved and worked my way down the decks to get ready to get down the gangway. We had a lot of work ahead for the full day.

I finally got down the salt crusted gangway and we began unloading the pallets from the truck. I asked if this was it and he said no two more on the way. I began going through the pallets deciding what would go into the forward hold for longer storage and what went aft for the galley fridges and freezers.

As I began to direct the Russian crew up on deck I began to notice I was running from stern to forward, back and forth as none of them spoke or understood any English and my dock side movements were a sort of choreography, a food stores dance. Getting the right supplies in the right place. 

Robert was helping the truck driver get the pallets in the right place and I would yell up to the deck hands as to whether to go for each one.  As the hours passed by and the sun pushed higher, Robert said I will be back in 20 minutes or so. I got the last of the stores aboard and was exhausted from running back and forth on the dock. I sat down with a crewman and then Robert showed up. He beckoned me over to his truck and said now, here, here it is. I said what. He said the moose by, the moose ya wanted but could not find, for your menu. 

I was so surprised as this was an item that we really wanted as the menu was designed with eastern Canada ingredients and recipes in mind. I knew that a variation on a moose dish or two on the long northern trip would really set the tone. I looked at Robert and say well by I guess you just got your name on the menu.