...cow and calf Humpback Whales from our veranda view. Just one pair cruisin along!
This days chores...
...harvesting Quadrados. Buying fish and collecting river bottom soil for gardening. All three completed by noon or one and then the fun came along. Due to our lack of oven (rotten theives), I have been yearning for a solar oven. So one was crafted quickly and Pargo Rojo (red snapper) its first experiment. By 2 p.m. she was set in the sun and my remote thermo unit showed 109.9 F. and topped out at 139.8, well we were both concerned this temp was not enough to cook fish. I was contemplating the thermo not "fluctuating" at all, kinda like it lost its connection w/ home base, but there was no time for contemplation w/ Marina around, she was strought over ruining this great fish. Not me, Mr Pargo Rojo weighing in at 2 kilos (4 pounds) could have rotted in there and in the end I would have known if me little oven was worthy.
I gave in to this "looming down on me differing outlook". Rojo went inside and more questions had to be answered--What do we cook in now?, Why aren't you cooking over the fire as originally planned? Why are you so worked up?--Which led to my hands being swished aside and me saying to hell with it, retreating downstairs to a safer environment. Putting a fresh edge on my pocket knife became meditative and silence fell upon the house.
The remote thermo flatlined, just as suspected, connection had been lost. So who knows about the temp? While sitting in my "drift" chair under the rancho a clothespin was tossed down from the veranda, by my Lover. Oh, the signs of Love and lets make up!
We decided that next time, only one person will be in charge of cooking fish and soon after we enjoyed yummy fish tacos of perfectly prepared texture. Thank you Marina-------you little fighter! Sometimes I just want to.........you!
This days chores...
...harvesting Quadrados. Buying fish and collecting river bottom soil for gardening. All three completed by noon or one and then the fun came along. Due to our lack of oven (rotten theives), I have been yearning for a solar oven. So one was crafted quickly and Pargo Rojo (red snapper) its first experiment. By 2 p.m. she was set in the sun and my remote thermo unit showed 109.9 F. and topped out at 139.8, well we were both concerned this temp was not enough to cook fish. I was contemplating the thermo not "fluctuating" at all, kinda like it lost its connection w/ home base, but there was no time for contemplation w/ Marina around, she was strought over ruining this great fish. Not me, Mr Pargo Rojo weighing in at 2 kilos (4 pounds) could have rotted in there and in the end I would have known if me little oven was worthy.
I gave in to this "looming down on me differing outlook". Rojo went inside and more questions had to be answered--What do we cook in now?, Why aren't you cooking over the fire as originally planned? Why are you so worked up?--Which led to my hands being swished aside and me saying to hell with it, retreating downstairs to a safer environment. Putting a fresh edge on my pocket knife became meditative and silence fell upon the house.
The remote thermo flatlined, just as suspected, connection had been lost. So who knows about the temp? While sitting in my "drift" chair under the rancho a clothespin was tossed down from the veranda, by my Lover. Oh, the signs of Love and lets make up!
We decided that next time, only one person will be in charge of cooking fish and soon after we enjoyed yummy fish tacos of perfectly prepared texture. Thank you Marina-------you little fighter! Sometimes I just want to.........you!
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