When you live on a tropical Caribbean island, you tend to get a lot of visitors. My Mom and Dad were always amongst my favorites. My Dad had a tendency to get a bit queasy, so we always coordinated their visits with very close island friends, Jerry and Lisa, making a trip home to New Mexico to visit her parents. My Mom and Dad would house and dog sit for them. It was the perfect arrangement for everyone! They are gone now and I miss them very much, but writing these articles certainly help and most definitely make me smile with the happy memories!
We did, however, always find a few days to go sailing. We had a particularly great trip to The Baths on the island of Virgin Gorda in the BVI. They are a huge formation of boulders that are all toppled together that have created several passable tunnels. They remind me of a boulder pile from the Flintstones. Some are even partially submerged with sea water rushing in with the waves, and make wonderful pools to swim in and to pass through while exploring the many caves and tunnels. My Mom and Dad loved them, and my Dad was like a mountain goat exploring every nook and cranny. We had so much fun! After exploring, we’d swim back out over the ocean swells that relentlessly rolled into the beach, and we’d scramble back up and into the dinghy; return to our first sailboat Rhiannon, and sail on to a beautiful quiet bay and anchor for the evening.
One of my Father’s favorite meals was my Mom’s (and now my recipe) for Italian Meatloaf. It has the same ingredients my Grandmother used to make her meatballs. My family loves it with a great tomato sauce with a side of “al dente” pasta, a green salad, and a glass of chianti.
I hope you love the recipe as much as we do… I can’t even count how many friends I’ve passed this family recipe along to over the years.