how to do without a fridge


UPDATE: Somehow when I originally researched this topic I failed to discover the goddess of every thing pertaining to cooking in a galley (kitchen), Carolyn Shearlock. She authors an amazing blog and podcast called, The Boat Galley. (Don’t ask me how I missed it 😆 ) She has a $7 ebook on the subject, Storing Food Without Refrigeration, which I intend to buy just as soon as I have a boat!

Here's some links to pages giving information or discussing how to live without having the convenience of a refrigerator. I know...scary thought for a lot of us.

I'm thinking about it because I know I want to keep my electric needs low and from what I've read, on a boat it's the fridge that pulls the most electricity.

Living Without Refrigeration by Beth A. Leonard (pdf)
From a liveaboard who says, "Fridge-free tips and tricks that work even in the tropics."

How-To: Preserve Food Without Refrigeration by Frank Garrett

How to Store Fruits and Vegetables by Ecology Center's Berkley Farmers Market (pdf)
Tips and Tricks to extend the life of your produce without plastic.

Here are the Fundamentals of Dehydrating Foods Without Electricity by Farming My Backyard

knot treasure

I'm SO excited to find this book online...for free!

Alright, maybe you already knew it was there and have your copy =p
I'm happy for you but you didn't tell me about it!

I'm talking about The Ashley Book of Knots.


You can download it in whatever form you like over at the site <-- click
They're a wonderful resource for free everything, books, movies, audio, photos. Worth a gander anyway you look at it.

I was reading Kenneth Neumeyer's Sailing the Farm, for the umteenth time and started thinking about what to do for cash onboard. I'm building up my online business but it's always good to have multiple streams of income I hear ;)

He mentioned how sailors use to make hammocks and such which got me thinking about how much I enjoyed macrame in high school and more recently as a counselor at a camp in the Adirondacks.

When he mentioned The Ashley Book of Knots I googled it and violá! Thar she blows!

Swirling images of hammocks, swings, plant pots and various storage devices onboard rambled about my mind.

Now for some rope...

The Ashley Book of Knots
Every knot known...seriously...
Knots Every Boater Should Know
Webpage with descriptions and illustrations for 10 knots and a video for Turk's Head
5 Essential Sail Knots: How to Tie and When to Use 'Em 
Video by the wonderful Teresa Carey


farming at sea

One of the most important aspects of living on a boat for me is living as self sufficiently as possible.

Growing my own food and harvesting what I can from the sea seem imperative. One of the first articles I read about living on a boat was "Sail the Farm" which gave tonnes of info on living from the bounty of the sea.


Sailing the Farm by Ken Neumeyer

Shemaya Laurel's post Boat Farm 2014

junk rig love


This page will serve as a repository for all the information I'm gathering on the wonder that is the Junk Rig.

It appears to be designed with an older sailor in mind. With it's ease of reefing and other attributes that you can read about -->

The Junk Rig Association <-- for all things Junk. Amazing resource.

Why Should I Consider the Junk Rig... <-- this was the page that sealed the deal for me.


I want to share this life altering thing that's happening to me.

I haven't told many people about it. Fearful of negative reactions and judgmental assholes, I guess.

Although really, I don't give a shit what people think. I just don't want to spend time listening to all the reasons I shouldn't or I can't. I already know them and more. It's not going to stop me.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever
— Jacques Yves Cousteau

This is how it happened.

I had just moved back to New York to care for my Mom. We were arguing while staying at her house in Sag Harbor. It's the house my great-grandmother built in the 30s. It's where I spent many a blissful summer as a child, just me and her. It's the place I most call home.

We were having one of those fights that are full of so much emotion and adrenaline and afterwards no one can remember what the fuck we were arguing about.

I realized I couldn't live with her every second of every day. I needed my own space but Sag Harbor was SO expensive. There just wasn't any way I could afford to rent anything...

and it came to me, this little voice, idea...

“…get a boat. live on it…”

It lit something up inside me. Some joyful place sat up and took notice.

Which was really, really odd cause I'm scared of the ocean. I'm not talking 'healthy respect', I'm talking - when I was a kid I had a vivid dream that a shark bit my leg off and ever since I've lived by the idea that the best way to prevent a shark attack is to stay the hell out of the water.'s a little phobia of mine.

The idea though didn't seem to care that it went against every story I'd told myself for the past 50 plus years.

“…get a boat. live on it…”

My rational self quickly piped in that I was over 60 years old and didn't know a damn thing about sailing!

“…I could learn...”

Oh shit! Memories of wanting to learn to sail when I was in my 20s came flooding back. My Dad, a sailor, invited me down to Florida to go sailing with him to the Bahamas for my vacation. It all went very wrong which was kind of typical and we never left the dock but I spent weeks learning what I could about boats so I could help crew.

Come to think of it, I actually had taken a dingy out solo and tacked my way around a lake one summer too many years ago. It almost capsized when I returned to the dock but without even thinking about it, I quickly shifted my weight to counter it. I always took that as a sign that I had some modicum of potential as a sailor.

Learning. Now there's something I love to do. Another lightning bolt hit me -- Oh my god! There's SO much to learn when it comes to sailing. The boat, the wind, the sea, how to sail, how to maintain equipment, how to repair equipment, the list just goes on and on...kinda blissful just thinking about the learning required actually...

Poor rational self. She took her last, best shot and reminded me that I had no money.

“…it doesn't matter...”

That's when I knew I was going to sea.