The other night, while Scott and I were sipping a delicious Pinot Noir on deck, under the stars - I had a little bit of an epiphany. Earlier that day I had made tomato-basil soup from scratch (and sans recipe!) and that night, I thought to myself, "I would never, ever had made soup from scratch when I was on land". In fact, on land - I was loathe to cook anything. For one, I was too busy and just didn't have the time and on the other hand, I didn't need to make things from scratch. Convenience, when it comes to food, is at it's apex in the USA. I always told myself I couldn't cook - when the reality was simply that I didn't. I thought of all the other things we don't do because we don't have to, like walking. I drove all over the place in Chicago - not necessarily because I had to - but because I could. I would never have walked four miles to a grocery store and back - it would have been so much easier to take the car. Now, we don't even bat an eye at a two mile jaunt to go get supplies because it's simply what we have to do. There is no running out to get this or that. It's not that easy.