Or what to do with a ton of fish…
Well one little guy is happy to have fish, Boza, he just loves fish heads and I will allow him to eat two of them when I get fish. He simply is the first in line and just loves the lake manager who drops fish off to us. Boza can smell the fish from a mile away… 🙂 and he now knows the sound of the truck. The look on Boza’s face is priceless as I clean fish. He actually drools as he stands patiently waiting for a fish head and his eyes just sparkle like gems, at the thought of the tasty delight awaiting him…
This time, with six whole cleaned fish in the freezer ready for Sveta to come. I was at lost with what to do with another twenty fish. I put them in the refrigerator and thought a few minutes. I just had too many fish and I have eaten so many that I am getting tired of looking at them. Then it struck me…
I will salt cure them and then jerky them…
So I cleaned them, cut the heads off and the tails, then packed them in salt. Sea salt, to be exact. I am going to let them sit for a few days in the saturated brine solution and then dehydrate them in the dehydrator. I am going to make fish jerky…
I love fish jerky as much as Boza loves fish heads… 😉
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I found a surprise and after I found it, I realized that I am easy to make happy…
I found a TET teaspoon in the package of my new hot tea and it is really cool. It is now my favourite spoon to stir my coffee and tea with…
See, I am easy to make happy…
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My last pickled beets were consumed last night. They were so good and I wish I had more, though after about 8 litres of them, I am getting a little purple coloured…
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Russians are interesting; I walk the village all the time, everyone who comes and goes knows I am an English speaker. Thus when they see me, they say, “Hello!” It has become very common for me to hear the word hello and next in line is something like good evening or good day…
The monks always tell me good day and it always strikes me strange to hear English out of nowhere. The other day, I was walking in deep thought, Boza and I had walked to the woods behind the village and I was think about when I would fix the source of our water. The mosquitoes are still terrible at times, but getting better and soon I will go work on the water source…
I walked by the small church in the village the other night and then I hear, “Hello, good evening!”
I jumped, for I was deep in thought and said automatically, “добрый вечер!” (dobryy vecher or good evening!)
I then walked on and realized that I felt strange for responding back in Russian, when I was talked to in English. Then I realized that almost everyone greets me with English, maybe not anything more than a greeting, but it is in English and the I realized that everyone tries to make me more welcomed…
This morning at 5:30 a.m., a gentleman was walking up the hill, he had a backpack and a plastic sack in his hand and as we passed, he said, “Hello!”
I hesitated and before I spouted, “доброе утро” (Good Morning,) I said, “Hello!” right back and we went on our way. I turned and watched him a second and he trudged to his home he is staying at. I find it interesting that people greet me in English and I like it. It makes me feel welcome in the village, for they do not have to do that and for many it is the only words they know or remember…
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Tomorrow I will go to the Big Village and try to find some clothes for the winter. I also am going to stock up on this tea that I now love and find that I do better sipping on hot tea during the day. It is cold now and hot tea is really the drink to have for these cold days…
I understand why Russians drink hot tea, It is cheap, easy to make and when it is a quality product, delicious. It struck me that tea like Lipton Tea is a junk company and if everyone would try hot tea from Britain, China, Russia and many other places. They would discover a whole different flavour and product…
I realized that it is time to get a Samovar…
Have a nice day…
Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…