What better way to get ready for Peace Corps than with some pan roasted lump crab cakes with lemon caper dill creme?
They went ever so nicely this afternoon with the cucumber cheese triangles, shrimp cocktail martinis and other hors d’oeuvres I enjoyed with a cold IPA beside a beautiful golf course.
I was attending a retirement party for a former Duke colleague, held outside at the Washington Duke Inn & Golf Club. I even wore a suit for only the second time since I retired from Duke myself nearly a year ago.
As a writer and editor, I know how to spell “disorienting,” and now I have a great example to illustrate what it feels like.
In three days, Champa and I will leave Durham to serve in the Peace Corps for 27 months in Moldova, in eastern Europe. We will be living on about $350 each per month, pursuing modest lives alongside our neighbors.
For the past several weeks, we’ve reduced our possessions to what fits in this small storage room in our house and some items in our attic. We gave away nearly an entire house of furniture to Habitat for Humanity and brought so many donations to the local Goodwill store that we probably could have asked for our own parking spot.
Our bags are now packed. Most of the rooms in our house are empty. Our kitchen shelves are nearly bare. We’re sleeping on an inflatable bed. Tomorrow I’ll turn off our internet service, and we’ll say goodbye to our beloved dog, Bailey, who will be staying with friends.
I suppose I should feel guilty about indulging as I did at my friend’s party. However, the crab cakes were delicious. I even went back for seconds.
5 thoughts on “Crab Cakes, Shrimp, Peace Corps”
I was concerned about Bailey and am happy that you found a home for him.
“Her” actually, but thank you, Celeste!
Bon voyage! I miss you already.
Bon voyage! What an adventure! Looking forward to your posts.
I’m so excited for you! Looking forward to reading about your adventures.