From the Log . . .
(gap in the journal)
. . . surface. We were all attracted by one pelican, who would take his position at a point about 20 yards off of the pier each day, and would sit there all day long. Whenever you would go up, the pelican was sitting at this spot as if he were moored. I never saw him dive or catch any fish. Just why he wanted to sit there all day long was more than any of us could explain. We came to the conclusion that he had an outright priority on that part of the harbor and he was going to keep it to himself come what may.
This day was notable for the fact that Marilyn cooked her first roast pig. We had seen a number of these little porkers running around the village and after a dinner of steaks, a second dinner of fried chicken, we were in the habit of having good dinners. Accordingly, Dean and I went ashore and dickered with one of the inhabitants for a small pig. He brought us a cute little black pig that we call Herman. After he was dressed, he weighted 15 pounds. He cost us 20 pesos, which actually is $2.50. We thought a roast pig was worth this amount of money.
We had a great time in the butchering of the pig. We took it to the bench that was adjacent to the boat, found an old 5 gallon oil can in which we scalded the pig and a couple of Mexican boys came along to help us, making a count of 5 that were actually butchering this poor little piglet. We were not able to use his head because our oven is so small that we could not get it in. Accordingly, this was cut off and given to one of the Mexican boys who seemed to prize it very much. We also gave them some gum, soda pop and a few centavos. They were friendly little youngsters who were trying as best they could to be helpful.
Marilyn looked at the butchered porker with dismay, saying that she had never cooked a pig before and did not know how in the world she was going to do it. She did, however, cook it in an admirable fashion. It was seasoned and baked to a delicious turn. We ate almost half of it at the first sitting. Marilyn made up a large pot of pork and beans with part of the roast. We had it liver fried for breakfast the following morning and had it cold for dinner the second day.
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If pigs could fly, I’m sure Herman would have taken to the air. Not sure, but perhaps Marilyn would have liked to have some wings as well.
But if you are sailing a ship around the world in the 50’s, the ability to barter or purchase livestock, kill it and cook it is a skill that is probably lost to today’s travelers.
(gap in the journal)
. . . surface. We were all attracted by one pelican, who would take his position at a point about 20 yards off of the pier each day, and would sit there all day long. Whenever you would go up, the pelican was sitting at this spot as if he were moored. I never saw him dive or catch any fish. Just why he wanted to sit there all day long was more than any of us could explain. We came to the conclusion that he had an outright priority on that part of the harbor and he was going to keep it to himself come what may.
This day was notable for the fact that Marilyn cooked her first roast pig. We had seen a number of these little porkers running around the village and after a dinner of steaks, a second dinner of fried chicken, we were in the habit of having good dinners. Accordingly, Dean and I went ashore and dickered with one of the inhabitants for a small pig. He brought us a cute little black pig that we call Herman. After he was dressed, he weighted 15 pounds. He cost us 20 pesos, which actually is $2.50. We thought a roast pig was worth this amount of money.
We had a great time in the butchering of the pig. We took it to the bench that was adjacent to the boat, found an old 5 gallon oil can in which we scalded the pig and a couple of Mexican boys came along to help us, making a count of 5 that were actually butchering this poor little piglet. We were not able to use his head because our oven is so small that we could not get it in. Accordingly, this was cut off and given to one of the Mexican boys who seemed to prize it very much. We also gave them some gum, soda pop and a few centavos. They were friendly little youngsters who were trying as best they could to be helpful.
Marilyn looked at the butchered porker with dismay, saying that she had never cooked a pig before and did not know how in the world she was going to do it. She did, however, cook it in an admirable fashion. It was seasoned and baked to a delicious turn. We ate almost half of it at the first sitting. Marilyn made up a large pot of pork and beans with part of the roast. We had it liver fried for breakfast the following morning and had it cold for dinner the second day.
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If pigs could fly, I’m sure Herman would have taken to the air. Not sure, but perhaps Marilyn would have liked to have some wings as well.
But if you are sailing a ship around the world in the 50’s, the ability to barter or purchase livestock, kill it and cook it is a skill that is probably lost to today’s travelers.
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On a very different subject, Tillerman did his annual ‘Simply the Best’ gimmick, got a bunch of sailing bloggers to link to his blog and, well, what do you know, my handful of readers has exceeded the number of fingers on both hands. At least for today.
The comments people leave are still very few, so I don’t know what if anything, results in people reading this. But I know there are lurkers out there, and they come from all over the globe, so that is kind of fun.
In addition to setting a goal to transcribe my Grandfather’s journal, I’ve also set a goal to read all of Tillerman’s blog posts, all of EVK4’s blog posts, and Chapman from cover to cover.
I found it really difficult to keep track of what I’ve read (except for Chapman, where I can use an actual bookmark). So to help guide me in these three goals, I turned to Mister Gates spreadsheet program and listed the months of the years from 2005 to present day. I included a couple of months from 2003 (when the EVK4 Superblog got started). I created three columns.
The first for Tillerman’s Blog, the second for EVK4, and the third for the 26 chapters of Chapman. I gave each Chapman Chapter two cells.
As you can kind of tell from the graphic, Chapman is ahead in my reading, followed by EVK4, and Tillerman is in last place. If he is as competitive as he seems to be, maybe, just maybe he’ll comment on this
We’ll see.
On a very different subject, Tillerman did his annual ‘Simply the Best’ gimmick, got a bunch of sailing bloggers to link to his blog and, well, what do you know, my handful of readers has exceeded the number of fingers on both hands. At least for today.
The comments people leave are still very few, so I don’t know what if anything, results in people reading this. But I know there are lurkers out there, and they come from all over the globe, so that is kind of fun.
In addition to setting a goal to transcribe my Grandfather’s journal, I’ve also set a goal to read all of Tillerman’s blog posts, all of EVK4’s blog posts, and Chapman from cover to cover.
I found it really difficult to keep track of what I’ve read (except for Chapman, where I can use an actual bookmark). So to help guide me in these three goals, I turned to Mister Gates spreadsheet program and listed the months of the years from 2005 to present day. I included a couple of months from 2003 (when the EVK4 Superblog got started). I created three columns.
The first for Tillerman’s Blog, the second for EVK4, and the third for the 26 chapters of Chapman. I gave each Chapman Chapter two cells.
As you can kind of tell from the graphic, Chapman is ahead in my reading, followed by EVK4, and Tillerman is in last place. If he is as competitive as he seems to be, maybe, just maybe he’ll comment on this
We’ll see.
3 comments:
Hmmm. Last place. Probably well deserved... EVK4 and Chapman are much better reads than me.
On the other hand if you do want to delve into my March 2006 posts you will find a question about pantyhose and a novel use for KY Jelly. Just saying. Just in case you're interested. It's not really a competition.
Tillerman also posts a lot more frequently than I do...so two months of his blog is like three months of mine.
Though I've never mentioned KY Jelly, I know that McLube has come up more than once on my blog.
Well, Tillerman, I had to read EVK4's posts for Jan of 07 and 08 to glean some info re: the Three Bridge Fiasco (or 3BF).
Laser Sailing on SF Bay is kind of focused on the half dozen waves that are in your face, and the next mark you are going to round.
The 3BF is a wider focus.
After my next post, I'll delve into your March 2006 posts and color that cell green.
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