Mushroom Foraging.

How quickly we forget that we actually had a wet “dry season” this year and it is only in the last few days that it has been unbearably hot.  I say this because, the wetter weather has given the opportunity for wild mushrooms to come up around us.  Some of them are edible so that is an absolute delight to us.

Just to give you a bit of a background on the adventures of M & G:

We started foraging in Scotland  about 2 decades ago; we had so much fun running into the woods to find chanterelles, boletes and all manner of yummy mushrooms.  We even collected enoki in the local park for breakfast every day.  We still remember the time that we would secretly go into parks at 4am in the morning to tap maple trees.  Oh, and we also collected and made nettle soup, dandelion salad and lots of wild greens.  Outside of work (hospital, accident and emergency and all that stuff), we started calling ourselves “Munchkin and Gnome” as a personal joke.  It was a conscious way of “making light of ourselves” outside our serious medical doctor demeanour.

We think that it is important not to feel self important and that’s why we call ourselves Munchkin and Gnome.  Plus we think it’s funny!!

Anyway, let’s go back to the present and show you some pictures of mushrooms that we have found on our farm.

This one started off promising and we had to wait for it to open up in order to identify it properly.  It ended up being the green spored parasol Chlorophyllum molybdites.  It is not edible because it causes gastro-intestinal upset although David Arora, well-known mycologist with very good books, does state that some people can eat it without any stomach upset.  We haven’t tried it but occasionally, Gnome will see a whole load of these and say,

“…hmmm….should we try them…what do you think?”

I usually give him a funny look and say that I don’t want to:

“We’re not starving, my dear.”

It opens up to look like this; it has green spores which is the key to its proper identification.

Parasol Mushroom.

This fungus looks like a type of mold.  It doesn’t look edible but interesting to look at if you are into fungus and molds like us.

Funny Fungus on Aubergine.

This one we found eating into an old tree stump.  Honey mushroom, Armillariella mellea.  Edible!!  Very tasty.  After proper identification (we examine, take spores and go through identification keys in an obsessive sort of way) we  identified it and then took a test sample to eat.  Whenever we find a new mushroom that we manage to identify as edible, I take only one mushroom and cook it up (usually just sautéd in oil).  We both share this tiny little morsel and wait 24 hours.  If we feel fine after that, we proceed to cooking up a larger portion.  We are doctors after all and we so we still have to behave responsibly with foraging  and all.

Honey Mushroom.
Honey Mushroom Close Up.

If you stumble across any mushrooms in Belize, Gnome would be happy to assist in identification.  We would need the following information:

  1. Pictures of the mushroom showing the top, the underside (gills) and from all angles.
  2.  Please make a Spore Print.  Omit Step 5 ie. don’t spray with hairspray!!
  3. Make a note of where you found it and where it was growing.

Note that our identification efforts are geared towards determining edibility.  This is for eating and no profit.  Be prepared to send us the spore print if the mushroom turns out to be edible.

Car Stuff And Farm Stuff!

The last few days, we’ve been having a bit of car trouble; we were driving back home and the fuel warning light came up.  Of course, we didn’t know what that meant so Gnome had to phone up the Toyota dealership to ask them about the light.  This is what he was told over the phone: get a new fuel filter, get a car mechanic to install the fuel filter and then get the mechanic to re-set the warning light.  This is what Gnome did: get a fuel filter, do a Google search on “how to install a fuel filter” and “how to reset a warning light.”

There was enough information on the Internet for a Gnome, without any car mechanic skills whatsoever, to install the fuel filter.  We would ordinarily have just paid to get it done but this time Gnome said to me,

“…wait a minute…between the messing around with a mechanic and paying for it, maybe it’s just easier if I have a go at doing it myself.”

And so he did.  His conclusion was that generally car stuff is quite simple and straight forward and if you actually take the time to read up instructions on the Internet, you can generally get it done yourself.  He did say as an after thought:

“…I’m talking about car stuff…not medical stuff…there are too many people who get on the Internet to make a self diagnosis and get it wrong.”

That for true, I can vouch for that!!  Too many people using Dr Google!!

Anyway, with the car thing, I am really glad that Gnome works with the philosophy of self-reliance and he’s not afraid to learn new things all the time.

Okay, so what’s happening on the farm?  Well, we have some new harvests.  This is suriname cherry which has a lovely resinous taste.  I have taken a picture of one pristine cherry because we seem to have something that is biting holes in all of them.  I can’t spot what is causing it but I think that we have a problem with ants.

Suriname Cherry.

Some nice cayenne chilli  peppers.  Gnome has strung these on a string in the kitchen to dry.

Cayenne Crop.

Oh, and these are canistel.  They taste like sweet potato; we actually eat this with our meals as a carbohydrate substitute.  Our tree is loaded this year! Yay!!

Canistel.
Canistel.

Ooooh…it is really punishingly hot right now!!  Try to keep cool everyone!!

A Terrible Sunday.

It’s taken us a wee bit of time to recover from Sunday.  You see we lost two out of three of our new goslings.  This is what happened: On Saturday night, we performed Operation: Move Mama Goose from bush with goslings to safe house.

Mama and Goosies.

We did our usual kidnapping and bundling and moved them to a nice luxury nest in the Zen garden coop.  We cleared everyone out of the place so that she would have the place to herself.

The new baby goosies:

Of course, Geese don’t take kindly to being moving about and the next morning she was making a racket.  She had free reign of the entire coop with water, greens and grains but she wouldn’t have any of it.  She kept on pushing against the fencing and incessantly complained the whole morning.  The three little goosies were just following her about and were not perturbed by her fussing and complaining.  Occasionally, I would cast an eye over to make sure that the babies were doing okay.  The last time I looked was about midday and everything was in order.  At about 1pm, it started raining so I decided to run outside to make sure that the baby goslings had found shelter.  And lo and behold, mother was there with no goslings!!  Arrrgh!!!  Deep Shock…where were the babies???  I called Gnome and we searched the entire coop looking for the babies and couldn’t find any trace of them.  Mama was so distressed and kept on crying out…

We eventually opened the coop and let her out because she was just going crazy.  She ran back to her original nesting spot and plonked herself down, refusing to move.

We again scoured every inch of the coop…still nothing…

Was it a hawk?  What could take away three baby goslings without leaving a trace?  We did deduce that it wasn’t our cat because he had an alibi…he had been asleep inside the house all day.

We finally decided to get Mama goose back into the coop in the hope that she could call the babies and perhaps they would miraculously appear.  Anyway, she did her calling and Gnome thought that he heard some peeping noise coming from the cardamom bush in the coop.  He went over to investigate and meanwhile, I walked around the coop again and found the bodies of two of the dead babies.  They both had similar injuries to the head like they had been grabbed by the head and shaken back and forth.

Gnome found the third one…luckily, still alive and uninjured.  Thank Goodness!!

Anyway, we both agreed that the dead bodies of the goslings were not in the coop at the beginning of the search.  How did they mysteriously appear in the coop midway through the search?  After thinking about it a bit more, we realised that we had both left the coop to retrieve the mother and during this brief moment, the culprit must have snuck into the coop and performed the wicked deed.

So who was it Sherlock Gnome and Munchkin??

It was the dasdardly drake:

The Drake.

He was the only one who could get in and out out of the coop because he has discovered a secret weak spot…the rest are too fat to get through..  I recalled to Gnome that I  saw the drake sitting next to the cardamom bush when I had run down to check on the babies.  He quickly scarpered and I forgot about him in the ensuing confusion.

Oh dear, that means that the babies were probably still alive at the beginning of the search?? But we lost them when we both exited the coop.

The remaining baby gosling has been put in with the two older goslings in the safety of the guinea pig cage.  Everything has quietened down and mama has already forgotten, thankfully.

Well, it’s up to these two to look after the new baby goosie!!

The Other Two Goosies.

Goosie Galore!!

This story started yesterday morning when we woke up at our usual 5am time, all bleary eyed and half asleep trying to block out  the incessant morning gobbling of the turkey.   I wasn’t too sure what was going on…rubbing my eyes wearily,  I recall that we had been watching a Scottish film the night before (The Legend of Barney Thomson with Robert Carlyle which was incidentally based in Glasgow).  This is what happened first thing: Gnome started talking with a broad Scottish accent.  He wasn’t putting it on intentionally either…

I just guffawed at him and said that I needed a wee cup of tea before I could comprehend why he was talking like that.  Gnome exclaimed,

“What do you mean?  I’m just talking normally!!”

After finding some semblance of normality with my Yorkshire tea, it suddenly dawned on me that Gnome and I spend every waking (and un-waking) moment together, with sparse company in-between, and he has got so used to my accent that he has adopted it unconsciously.  It did occur to me that on many occasions, he has been mistaken for a Scot.  I usually pipe up and say defensively, in a strong “can’t mess with me” Scottish accent,

“Hey hang on a minute!!  I’m the Scottish one.”

It makes me laugh when people get awfully confused because I look Chinese (Cantonese) and I come out with such a rough accent. Ha-Ha!!

Anyway, I thought Gnome’s Scottish accent was pretty good and that’s something coming from a Glaswegian.  I then proceeded to challenge him and I said (think of me talking in my usual accent):

“Well, son, you might be able to do Scottish-Glaswegian, but can you do Scottish-Sean Connery-style??!!”

Gnome said,

“Well, I’ll have to watch some GoldFinger with Pussy Galore and practise some James Bond lines….”

He didn’t manage to finish the sentence because all of a sudden there was a tremendous amount of goosie noise coming from behind the house.

We ran outside and saw that all the geese were surrounding a setting goose (May Jones; one of the Jonesy Girls).  This goose had decided to make her nest in some long grass about 15 yards behind our house.  Since we didn’t want to move her (we’ve had failures with kidnapping and re-location) we decided to leave her alone.  Gnome got to her first and then shouted at me to come quickly.

Mama and Goosies.

This what we saw. Three cute fluffed up goosies hiding behind mama!

I couldn’t help it and I said amusingly,

“Ooooh….Goosie Galore!!!”

Gnome replied,

“It shertainly sheems sho, Mish Moneypenny!!”

in a mock Sean Connery accent.

Thanks For The Care Package!

Look what we got through the post!!  Thank-you Betsy and Taylor for your thoughtful gifts!  There was a whole array of useful items including recyclable bags, gardening gloves, shower cap and even duct tape.  Oh, and few other stationery pieces and bamboo wind-chimes (which we will hang out at the pond  underneath the bamboo).

Gifts.

And yes, if you carefully scrutinize the picture, you may notice there are two Peeps purple bunnies missing…Hmmmm….where are the missing bunnies??!!

Thank-you For The Egg Moulds!

This is a “Thank-you” post.  About a year ago, I had written as an aside, in one of my posts, that I would love to make one or two of these:

Flower Egg..

What happened does go to show that we have friends that look out for us.

This is what we have received through the post; the larger one came about a month after my write up.  Thank-you Joanna!

And the set of smaller ones were a Christmas gift (3 months late because of sloooow transit times from the States to Belize).  Thank-you Erin!

Egg Moulds.

The large one is definitely for goose eggs but we haven’t eaten any yet since we are trying to set all of them.  I will have to post some food pictures but not sure if they will look as pristine as the animated picture!  Cheers and Thank-you!!

Dry Season Work.

Hello There!!  The Easter weekend was cold and wet so it kinda allowed  an enforced rest.  Then Monday came and nothing came out of Monday.  Mondays can be write off a lot of the time, I’ve noticed.  I personally think that the beginning of the week should start Tuesday!

Anyway, we started Tuesday.  We are trying to do all the tidying up and construction that we had stored up for the dry weather.

Firstly, the tree that fell on the roof of the house (about 8 months ago) which has been perching precariously over the Internet antenna, was removed.  We had been waiting to buy a chainsaw (because our cheapo one broke…it was a luminous green and purple one and looked like a Fisher Price toy!).  Just as an aside, I usually start Gnome with cheap tools so that he learns to use them without getting worried about wear and tear and breakage.  Once he shows that he actually knows how to use the tool, we graduate onto more expensive tools.

Well, we haven’t got the good chainsaw yet!  So, Gnome had to take the tree down, traditional-style with a machete.

Cutting Down Fallen Tree.

With the usual one Gnome heroics, the tree was cut down, pulled to the side and cut into pieces.

Moving swiftly on, we (Gnome actually, I do all the cleaning up after) has taken the back wall off the house to replace with zinc because it is water-proof and sturdier.  With all this messing around at the back of the house, we had a better chance to intensely scrutinise the wooden posts that were holding up the stairs.  We knew they were rotting and we had to fix them…sometime.  The posts had actually rotted right through and the stairs were being held up by…I don’t know… magic and air.  Anyway, the stairs were pulled out and now replaced with a ladder (Ha-Ha).  Also, the posts holding up the door are rotting through!

It’s funny because the cat comes up to the house from the back stairs and we were both worried that he wouldn’t be able to get into the house in the usual way.  The cat didn’t have a problem with the ladder…of course!!  Savvy cats can get up and down ladders!!

Savvy Cat.

So, today, instead of getting the zinc up, Gnome has to cut extra pieces of wood to hold the door up!

Yes, the place is falling apart but we must save the sinking ship!!

Sunday Plumbing and Goosies.

There’s certainly no rest for Gnome even though it’s the Easter weekend.  The sink got completely blocked up yesterday so this morning his first chore was to fix it.  He was really nice about it and took the the plumbing apart and sucked up all the garbage (it was really quite horrible) and lo and behold, he found  a wooden chopstick inside the sink trap!

He held the chopstick up in the air and looked at me incredulously:

Darling, how did you get a chopstick down the sink?”

How embarrassing…I really don’t know how it happened and when it happened!  At that point, Gnome felt justified in putting his two cents worth,

“You’re lucky we don’t need to call in a plumber to do this for you…because they probably wouldn’t come out for the holiday weekend!  And, most probably they wouldn’t bother coming out for a chopstick emergency!”

Yeah I know.  I feel really silly and sheepish and I still don’t know how a chopstick got into the U-bend.

Anyway, I must get over this silliness and show you our lovely little goosies.  I am teaching then to eat their greens:

“Eat your greens!!”

Double Goosie!

After they have eaten and pooped, I let them sit on my lap (while they fall asleep and make whistling noises).

Sleeping Goosies.

Spending quality time with the little ones on Easter Sunday!!  They are an absolute joy!!

Lovely Goosies.

Happy Easter!

A Happy Easter to y’all and hope that you are enjoying a lovely weekend!  We’ve had an Easter hatching so now we have two goslings.

New Born Goosie.

This one has darker eyes, also has a little bump above its beak like a Chinese goose and is very talkative.  As usual, they are very independent; at first they are unsteady on their feet, wobbling all over the place and falling into the container of water . After about 24 hours, they become steadier and can start eating solids quickly.  In our house, they get mashed up boiled egg and chopped up greens.

Well, what are we eating for Easter?  That’s actually a tough one because my cooker broke down two weeks ago.  Can you believe it…the knobs (which were made of plastic) were slowly breaking off one by one.  At one point, I only had 3 knobs so I could only have 3 out of 6 burners going at the same time.  Alas, all  last 3 knobs broke at the same time.  One of the knobs was for the oven so that means I have no oven…which means no roast lamb.  Having said that, you can’t get lamb for love nor money down here anyway.  If you are lucky, you might find some mutton.

Anyway, we literally rushed out to buy a new stove top. This is what Gnome said,

“Oh no!!  This is an emergency!! We have to get Munchkin a new stove.  Otherwise she will waste away to nothing!”

Ha-ha, that’s a joke.  It would take me a very long time to waste away to nothing.  In fact, I’ve actually been counting calories lately.  I am not over-weight (nor am I skinny) but I think it is healthy not to over eat.  I also found it a useful exercise in devising tasty meals which don’t  pack on the pounds.  We don’t eat breakfast so that’s any easy one (zero calories) and lunch time, I have devised meals that are about 300 to 400 calories…Gnome eats double because he needs the energy to do physical work.  Here are some examples of my low calorie lunches.

Fresh tomato, potato and blue cheese.
Boiled eggs, bread and rocket salad.

I don’t count the calories for dinner but I expect it to be about 1000.  So right now I’m trying to decrease my calorie intake from 2000 (recommended energy intake for adult female) to about 1500.  For junk food, I’m counting my Pringles (10 at a time costs me 100 calories) and a two finger Kit-Kat is 100 calories.  So through-out the day, I weigh and juggle my intake in order to get to 1500 as my total at the end of the day.

Oh, and Gnome and I are making gelato with no sugar…with his Grandmother’s recipe which is just milk actually.   That’s a great alternative to shop bought ice-cream and I don’t feel so fat after eating it!!

Have a Happy Easter.  We’re having Osso Buco tonight so I really shouldn’t have lunch, should I?  Ha-ha!!

Sulphur and Goosie Trouble!!

Gnome has been boiling up sulphur and lime for our Lime-Sulphur XXX Pet Dip For Mange, Fleas, Ticks and Ringworm.

Boiling Sulphur and Lime together.

Available at the Farmstore in Punta Gorda, Toledo by the way.  Just ask for Presidente…for Pets.  You will know why once you see the bottles because we are recycling old Presidente beer bottles:

Lime-Sulphur Pet Dip.

He’s making it on a kerosene stove on the veranda which has been inadvertently converted into yet another work space…not fit for people…he does it on purpose so that we can’t  invite anyone around:

“errh…sorry folks you can’t come round because I’m boiling sulphur today…sorry about the inconvenience…maybe another day when I’m not boiling sulphur!!”

Today the sulphur concoction boiled over so there was a very strong eggy smell pervading the veranda, the house and our senses.  Gnome loved it and as I have previously mentioned he is a Catholic Gnome so he feels thoroughly cleansed when he plays around with sulphur.  He said to me, in a rather a playful manner,

“Don’t cry over spilled sulphur my dear…this will get rid of the snakes…the evil eye…and bad spirits…I’m giving the house a thorough cleansing!”

Well, what could I say?  One can not go against the word of a Catholic Gnome!

Okay, we also have more goosie trouble.  Our white goosie (we call her January Jones) has been sitting on a clutch of goose eggs.

Sitting Goose.

I’ve mentioned in a previous post that there has been problems with a male goose who keeps on fighting to sit on her eggs (yes, I know…do ganders get broody too??).  After many fights, the eggs were getting smashed and alas she ended up with one egg.  I had been timing her sit and her EDD (Estimated Date of Delivery…Ha-Ha using medical terms…might be Estimated Date of Hatching) was on Wednesday.  Anyway, we gave her a few more extra days and lo and behold, the egg exploded because it was rotten.  Now you would think that she would get off her nest since there were no more eggs plus there was a terrible  stench of exploded egg.  No, she wouldn’t budge an inch.

Since January Jones had no more eggs to sit on and she had lost so much weight over the last month, we made an executive decision to throw her off her nest and out of the coop.  I know it sounds horrible but she was wasting away and we needed to break her broodiness so she would start eating again.

Well, she’s thoroughly pissed off with us!  Every morning she waits outside the house to ambush us.  She runs full throttle at us and tries to leap and thrash at our legs!  What a feisty goose…I hope at some point she will find it in herself to forgive us because these goosie attacks are getting a bit too much.

Anyway, I still want to end on a positive note.  Here are some recent baby pictures!!  We love Oor Goosies despite their evil temperaments!!

Hello Goosie!!!
Goosie Eating.