Friday, July 23, 2010
Sardines on toast, flinders island style
We tried for flounder tonight, seeing as it was Clare's last real chance at it. No luck at all - we didn't see one. We saw any number of fat toby/puffer-fish (tetrodontidae) AKA 'fugu'. No I was not tempted. Not even slightly. However Clare proved a dab hand with tennis strokes and the 'girly net' (it's mine - sort of orangey pink. matches my eyes) and the garfish and so we ended up with six of those - sardines on toast, Flinders Island style, when we got home. It was still quite something to be out there in dark looking through the ripple.
We also hit our first wild animal - a wombat, that I had to kill. Rather grim, but I'm not a believer in just leaving anything to die in pain. We were going quite slowly about 40km/h and carefully, but it was so sudden and unlucky I think, as there appeared no damage to the Ute(and they're infamous for inflicting damage). We did see and avoid about 30 roos and another wombat.
We had lunch visitors - friends who have kindly lent us a printer so I can get this manuscript printed, seeing as so far I failed to get HP cartiges for my very basic everyone has one HP printer. And no, they say they can't refil either. So we'll have to get a cartridge out from SA. Anyway, we found some gluten free flour (friend is gluten intolerant) and made pumpkin fritters and flathead and squid and oysters for our guests. Oh and chocolate bread and for dessert ginger icecream Clare had made with Tasmanian Sauce Company chocolate sauce - seriously yum. Then Clare went to practice on the church piano and I did some work before our night jaunt. Someone was chatting at the Scottish dancing last night, and was taken aback by the fact that I spend most of my time working. They had the idea that we foraged and and tended veggies 24/7 just to stay alive. I guess we're lucky in that the sea is bountiful here and we have some idea what to harvest - not that I wouldn't like to spend more time doing it, but we actually do well out of an hour or two every two days. We're steadily meeting more people. It's odd, but in some ways we have more of a social life here than we did out Finnegan's Wake (and I can't say I felt that isolated there), where we spent nearly 8 years. I suppose we're nearer 'town' (well, Whitemark - pop. 170 IIRC)-- or maybe people are just more outgoing here. That was not what I was led to expect. In fact some South Africans said it would be 10 years before an Australian invited us into their home. Hmm. Maybe in big cities or with people who don't try to fit in?