What Is Gnome Doing?

Gnome

Gnome is always doing, fixing, repairing and figuring out anything from plumbing, electrical wiring, solar to mowing. Plus he’s the soap-maker and coconut oil presser. Oh, and a Doctor too. To add to his endless repertoire, he also draws (pen and ink) and he is a tattooist. I have probably missed many, many things but he basically tries to do everything. This goes along with our self-sufficient life-style and he likes to learn new things. However, the bottom line is that somebody has to do the work!!

Gnome…you have to do the work because somebody has to do it!

So, just to update you on a few of his projects. We have been for sometime trying to breed soldier fly larvae as a protein source for our duckies. We watched some u-tube videos and came up with a few of our own breeding contraptions. This is a ‘Black Fly Love Cage’ where hatching takes place and then they are supposed to breed and lay more eggs. The love cage is for the procurement of eggs. Well, this one didn’t work despite Gnome’s best efforts. We caught flies inside and they didn’t breed…or they just sneaked out somehow!!

Soldier Fly Love Cage

This was another attempt to breed and feed the pupae. Sturdy piece of work but rain got into it!

Black Soldier Fly Breeding Bin.

Well, after all these efforts, you will not believe worked in the end. Just a simple plastic container filled with fermenting food stuffs; the large plastic tub is set on jars on the 4 corners and is placed on a metal tray filled with sand.

Black Flies Galore!

Once the larvae are mature, they crawl out of the plastic box and drop into the tray of sand …they crawl round and round in circles until they find a card-board ramp (made by Gnome) and inevitably travel through the entirety of the ramp to fall down into a collection container with smooth walls.

Black Soldier Fly Grubs.

So, there you go. The black fly project was a success after all but there was a lot of sweat, tears and failures!

Gnome has given me the option to cook on coals…yes, we have coals…lots and lots of it because we have plenty of wood to burn…

Our own charcoal

And he has equipped me with a coal stove which is modeled from a blast furnace project that is for forging knives! He said that the fact that I got first dibs on the blast furnace for cooking meant that he loved me dearly….

Charcoal Blast Furnace For Munchkin Cooking.

As you can imagine, the fire that comes out of this is very strong…so it’s good for soup making and steaming food. Oh, and great for a real, authentic stir fry! You just have to watch your eyebrows so they don’t get singed with the blast of heat…just joking…but it is HOT!

I have plenty of other projects to talk about but let’s leave it at that for now. Here is a tattoo that Gnome designed (with collaboration with da Munchkin). The arm belongs to a friend who has since left Belize (for Scotland incidentally) and wanted to take a reminder of Belize.

Ixchel Tattoo

This is a picture of Ixchel, Goddess of Medicine in Mayan culture. This is the outline…I can’t find a picture of the completed tattoo. But, look at the smoothness of the lines. One pass only and this is Gnome’s first tattoo. Well Done!!

Happy 42nd Independence Day, Belize!!

Belize Flag.

The celebrations started last night and we heard the fireworks in Punta Gorda go off at 9pm. We are 16 miles away from town so they must have been very loud in town! A quiet day today for us. Wishing Everyone in Belize a Great Independence Day!

We will be lounging about in the lounge today!

A Rainy Day

Raining Again!

We were poised to work this morning since the rains have been stopping us from getting outside…and there is so much work to catch up with. We heard the distant sound of thunder as we awoke…hmmm rather ominous but pretended to ignore it! At 7am we ran out and Gnome got the mower out quick smart…at the same time there was a huge clap of thunder. More signs!! We both ran around and tried to get as much done as possible and sure enough at 8am, the rain came pouring down.

We came into the house both drenched. This happens all the time…the weather just doing its thing and we have to go with it. We have been doing this for about twenty years now…this is the story of our lives! Anyway, the grass keeps growing, the bush is encroaching and the weeds need weeding. Jolly good…we are right into the swing of rainy season in Belize!

Let’s talk about what we are harvesting right now. We have (at long, long last) started getting mangoes. Mango season in Belize is July but our season seems to be later and extending through to September. In fact, all our crops always seem to be behind a couple of months!! Since Gnome is the more technical one, I asked him why all our crops were late and out of sync with the rest of the country. This is what he said:

No Idea!

Oh, okay, thank you Gnome for your valued input!! Let’s just talk about the mangoes then…these are the best and our favourite. They are giant slipper mangoes that can weigh anything from 2 to 5lbs. The flesh is a chunky, smooth with no fibres and the taste is absolutely mango. We were given the seed by a Taiwanese horticulturist about 4 years ago and now it has started bearing very generously. This one is a keeper.

Big Mango.
Delicious!

About 4 years ago, we also bought a whole lot of ‘grafted mangoes’ from a nursery. The variety is Tommy Atkins and we were told at the time that the grafted mangoes would bear at about 1 year. Nothing happened until now and all the trees make variations of the Tommy Atkins fruit so we think that these were not grafted after all and they were just grown from seed. Tommy Atkins Mangoes are a beautiful blue-purple and then ripen to a dark red colour. Our fruits are varied…some are large, round and very fibrous and others are slimmer looking and there are ones that taste like sour pineapple! I was disappointed at first but there is no way of knowing what you end up with until it starts bearing…by that time, the merchant has legged it with your hard earned cash!

Tommy Atkins Mangoes

Our breadfruit trees are bearing and not only are they ‘out of season’, they are also consistently small. Most breadfruit are the size of soccer balls…ours are more like baseballs. We have tried all sorts of things like mulching and fertilising…they are still teeny weeny tiny!! That’s okay, they are still tasty and edible…

Little Breadfruit

In my twenty years in Belize, the only way that I have seen this cooked is fried like french fries. They are peeled (or not), the central core is removed (sometimes not) and they are cut into about 1/2 inch slices and fried in oil. It’s very nice and tasty but if you have a bearing tree, you can’t keep up with eating fried breadfruit all the time…you will end up feeling like a greasy lump! This is what I do: I gather the harvest and prepare them in batches. The fruit is peeled, cored and cut into cubes. Then par-boiled for 6 minutes, drained in a collard and once cooled, stored in quart bags in the freezer.

Cubed Breadfruit

So, when you want to eat breadfruit, take out a bag of frozen breadfruit and thaw it. You can put them in stews, soups, stir fries…anything you like. It is also very nice cooked in coconut milk with garlic and chili pepper. Just be imaginative…they basically taste like potato so just use them in any recipe that you would otherwise use potato. It is very versatile and yes indeed, you can even fry it in oil from the frozen form!

Okay, that is it for now. It’s sunny again and Gnome has just ran out with the mower. It is amazing what magic he can do in one hour!! Go For It, Gnome!!

Ready for Gnome Magic!

The Golden Goosie Egg STORY.

Hello From M & G!!

Hello Again! As you know from last time, I haven’t written blog posts for quite a while. This is what actually happened that sparked off interest and wonderment again. I like to make pickles and have all sorts of jars of indescribable food things next to my bedside (coolest place in the house). I always had this inner cultural fascination to make the perfect salted egg…I managed (kinda) with duck eggs. Please note that only the Asian readers might have a clue about what I am raving on about. To achieve a perfect salted egg, the yolk has to become golden orange/yellow and oily. If you have had a mooncake with the duck egg yolk, you might know. Anyway, I haven’t been able to achieve this same effect with a goose egg…probably because they are so big so it is hard for the salt to penetrate through the whole thing.

Salted Duck Eggs.

To salt eggs, there are two methods: one is immersion of eggs into salt solution or the second is to tightly pack eggs in salt, ash and spices. The first method did not work for the goose eggs and the salt couldn’t get into the yolk area to do its magical thing. I had to throw this experiment away which was an awful waste of eggs!! And the second technique? I have had the gallon jar sitting there for 2 years. Since I can be a bit of an Eeyore, I thought that since the first method didn’t work…why would the second? Terrible, terrible logic but there you go!! I lamented over this jar, hugged it and talked to it for 2 years and finally, I had enough of looking at a ‘failed experiment’ that I loathed to throw out.

Daily Lamentations of a Munchkin

The other day, I decided that I really should dispose of this jar of eggs and be done with all the anguish and suffering! As an after thought, I cracked open one goose egg just to see the result. This is what I got:

Salted Goose Egg Yolk

It looks right and it smells right and it is very Chinesy!! It actually worked!! I got my Golden Goose Egg! I cried out for joy and showed Gnome my success. He said:

…well, it just needed time…the Chinese do call these century eggs…at least you didn’t have to wait 100 years!!’

Century Eggs

So, the moral of my story is:

Don’t give up on the quest for the Golden Egg!

or

Don’t lament at a jar of pickled eggs for 2 years and suffer needlessly for no reason!

Surprise! We are Still Here!!

Munchkin and Gnome

Well, I will sheepishly say that I don’t have a great excuse why I haven’t written much this year! Except, that we have been really, really, really busy (and that I forgot to write??) . This month, I had to renew the website fees, which was a chunk of money and thought to myself:

Oh dear! Eeek!!!

Oh dear! Eeeek!! I have only written about 2 blog posts and it is September already??

For Munchkin standards, this is absolutely abysmal and I apologise profusely for my lack of consistency!! Wahhhh!! (I find that a big Wahhh after an apology usually drives the message home and also, makes me feel better).

Anyway, enough with the lamenting Munchkin and let’s talk about What’s Happening. To follow-up on my last post where I had some lovely goosie hatchlings on Easter Sunday, my babies have grown up a fair bit. They are about 5 to 6 months now and I have divided them into two flocks. The first flock are vigorous and healthy: the ‘ruff tuff’ group that can weather through a stormy night in Belize without a single feather getting out of place. As soon as they could start eating grass, they were out in the pasture eating like there was no tomorrow. They are delightful and friendly and I always get a unanimous ‘WEEEEEEEeeeeee!!!’ when I get close to them. I love being cheered by a gaggle of geese in the morning…a good start to a busy day on the farm. These ones eat grass 24 hours a day so I have to move them around with a moveable fence. I get yelps and cheers every time I move the fence line and usually one of them gets his silly head jammed between the bars as the excitement ensues!!

The Ruff Tuff Group!

So, one of the first jobs of the day is to move the fence around amidst a cacophony of squeaks and sqwacks (not a word according to my spell check but that is the exact noise that they make) and occasional wolf whistle!

Moving the cage in the coconut pasture

The second flock needed a little bit of help right from the get go. They are sillier (or just plain stupid??) but nevertheless adorable. They didn’t get the grass thing at all. I would plonk them in a grassy pasture and there would be puzzled looks all around!! Seriously…I thought that goosies knew by instinct to eat grass!! My goosie whispering wasn’t really up to scratch so I couldn’t find a way to say: Eat the Grass!!!

Eat the Grass!!

I am not sure what to call this group...The Silly Goosie Group?? Anyway, they got themselves into all manner of troubles because they didn’t eat grass and had trouble gaining weight. As a result, after any heavy rain they were shivering and bedraggled. We had an emergency goosie hospital set up in the house (we have NO more space in the house!!) where we had to put wet silly goosies in individual plastic boxes with individual feeding bowls and water. They would over-night in the house and then they would be released back into pasture. Some required more care and needed daycare also. I was bussing wounded goosies back and forth for a couple of months and we had one busy night were we had 4 admissions…I had to improvise with an extra fish tank and a cardboard box! After a while, they started getting used to seeing me bring out a box and they would all be vying to get in!! They loved the overnights with Munchkin and Gnome watching vintage ’80’s movies!! It was like a sleepover with a bunch of rowdy kids! Once they started making too much noise, we knew that they were getting better and so out to pasture they went again…

Silly Goosie Group

Everything has settled down now and the Silly Goosie Group are out and about…they pick at the grass dis-interestingly all day until evening time when they gorge themselves on the poultry feed that I give them. They are fattening up and at this stage, it’s important for them to get to an optimum size. Don’t worry, I am not priming them up to eat…I think these are a bunch of females so they may be my future egg layers.

And so here ends my latest blog post. I did enjoy writing it so I hope that I get into writing on a regular basis.