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Girl Jodie and I made a batch of chokecherry jelly. It's the most beautiful dark red, and tastes like cherry pie. Mmmm.... I'm currently working on a batch of raspberry/cranberry jam. It's very, very sweet. I wish I didn't have to use quite so much sugar in jam/jelly, but I guess it's a necessary thing. Without the sugar, I don't think it sets properly.
Although I've seen jam and jelly made many times, this is the first time I've ever made it, myself. I'm surprised at how easy it is!
And yesterday had another first for me. Again, although I've seen many fish cleaned in my life, before yesterday I'd never decapitated and degutted a fishy. It wasn't very hard, at all, once I got over the dead eyes staring at me.
I ended up going fishing at Black's Harbour, off a wharf. I went with two Russians (Dimitri and Oleg) and an Iranian (Pourrang (sp?)). We had originally hoped to catch mackerel, but the tide was out and so were the mackerel. So instead, I caught several dozen little pollack. I think I caught as many as the other guys put together, perhaps because I was jigging my fish, and they were mostly just casting and reeling.
An older guy at the other end of the wharf was catching all sorts of weird shit. He caught a giant starfish (about the size of a dinner plate), a lobster, and the ugliest sea creature I've ever seen. It was about one and half or two feet in length, a sickly white, had a head shaped like that of a skinned cat, a long, snake-like torso, and an upper and lower fin that went the entire length of its body. Its skin seemed rubbery and tough, and the way it wriggled and gaped had everyone staring in amazement. From my description, my Dad thinks it may have been a sea cat. No one there knew for certain what it was, but I think the guy who caught it kept it. He certainly kept the lobster....
I felt very guilty about jigging the little pollacks. The hook went right through their bodies, pulling intestines, eyeballs, and other necessary parts out in an alarming way. I apologized to each and every one of the fish I caught, after saying hello to them. This amused the Russians greatly, and they said that to the fish, I must be a sort of Freddy Kreuger figure. Mebbe.
I guess I'll cook the fishes up when I'm through making my jam. I hope they will make a nice lunch/supper.
Tomorrow morning, I'm going kayaking with Oleg. Hoorah for kayaking! And tonight I go to kung fu. Hoorah for kung fu!
Although I've seen jam and jelly made many times, this is the first time I've ever made it, myself. I'm surprised at how easy it is!
And yesterday had another first for me. Again, although I've seen many fish cleaned in my life, before yesterday I'd never decapitated and degutted a fishy. It wasn't very hard, at all, once I got over the dead eyes staring at me.
I ended up going fishing at Black's Harbour, off a wharf. I went with two Russians (Dimitri and Oleg) and an Iranian (Pourrang (sp?)). We had originally hoped to catch mackerel, but the tide was out and so were the mackerel. So instead, I caught several dozen little pollack. I think I caught as many as the other guys put together, perhaps because I was jigging my fish, and they were mostly just casting and reeling.
An older guy at the other end of the wharf was catching all sorts of weird shit. He caught a giant starfish (about the size of a dinner plate), a lobster, and the ugliest sea creature I've ever seen. It was about one and half or two feet in length, a sickly white, had a head shaped like that of a skinned cat, a long, snake-like torso, and an upper and lower fin that went the entire length of its body. Its skin seemed rubbery and tough, and the way it wriggled and gaped had everyone staring in amazement. From my description, my Dad thinks it may have been a sea cat. No one there knew for certain what it was, but I think the guy who caught it kept it. He certainly kept the lobster....
I felt very guilty about jigging the little pollacks. The hook went right through their bodies, pulling intestines, eyeballs, and other necessary parts out in an alarming way. I apologized to each and every one of the fish I caught, after saying hello to them. This amused the Russians greatly, and they said that to the fish, I must be a sort of Freddy Kreuger figure. Mebbe.
I guess I'll cook the fishes up when I'm through making my jam. I hope they will make a nice lunch/supper.
Tomorrow morning, I'm going kayaking with Oleg. Hoorah for kayaking! And tonight I go to kung fu. Hoorah for kung fu!
