“The length of a frog can only be determined after it dies.”
Today has been nothing but rain and more rain. We went to Hyannis and purchased most of the ingredients we need for tomorrow’s dinner then got the rest of the ingredients here in Dennis. I even bought South African wine, keeping with the theme of course.
Our ride yesterday was down 6A to Orleans then back to Dennis on 28. It gave Francisca views of the older Cape and of the small towns and villages. She said that calling them villages made her feel quite at home. I felt like a tour guide explaining the differences in architectural design but was hard-pressed to answer some of her questions like why is it called Dennisport when it isn’t a port and did they run out of names and just add port even if the town wasn’t near the ocean. We stopped for lunch at the Land-Ho in Orleans then had dinner at home.
American food is far too bland for her. Food should burn the tongue, gums and the outside of the mouth. Tonight Francisca covered her meatloaf with chopped jalapenos and said it wasn’t even hot at all. I remembered the light soup I ate my first day on the road in Ghana and how I had to stop eating because my mouth was burning from the pepper. The heat factor, the hotter the better, determines how tasty a dish is to a Ghanaian.
Francisca refuses to call me anything except Miss Ryan. We are only 6 years apart but to her I am her teacher, her mentor and her mother.
Francisca is afraid of dogs and Gracie has been her charming self, barking for attention and following poor Francisca who is doing her best to discipline the dog and make her sit. Gracie right now is in the kitchen keeping Francisca company as she preps for dinner.
It doesn’t seem like it has been forty years since since we last spoke. It seems like only yesterday.
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October 29, 2011 at 8:52 pm
The heat of the food seems to be proportional to the country’s proximity to the equator. South Asia, South China, Mexico, the Caribbean and maybe central Africa all have native dishes that are very hot, (peppery and spicy). In Chile I found the food is very similar to European cuisine.
My taste goes directly to bland. My Eastern European grandmother thought that paprika was a hot spice and therefore my mother’s cooking gave new meaning to bland. Here tomato sauce was similar to Ketchup. The worst part of very spicy food is the next day when all that pepper makes it’s way down your alimentary canal and burns your posterior on the way out. Maybe those people who eat very hot food have a low risk for stomach, esophageal or colon Cancer.
It’s another beautiful day here in North Texas despite the agony of defeat over last night’s baseball game. When a pitching staff can’t get the third strike to end both the ninth and eleventh innings, you don’t deserve to win game seven. The memory of Bill Buckner’s error in the sixth game of the 1986 World Series came rushing back to my memory.
October 29, 2011 at 10:26 pm
Bob,
In most of South American the food was quite tasty and had a lot of variety. Moroccan food was delicious and quite varied.
We were a meat and potatoes family which thoughy Italian and Chinese food quite exotic. It was Africa which expanded my palate and gave me the courage to try new foods. I ate Indian, Middle Eastern, Ghanaian and other foods of unknow origins. I loved them all.
Game 6 broke my heart. I figure what’s one out in the bottom of the ninth. How wrong I was! That triple sealed the Ranger’s fate. It was sad! We seldom discuss Bill Bukner around these parts!
October 29, 2011 at 9:11 pm
The width of a frog is influenced by the tire which drove over it.
Cheers
October 29, 2011 at 10:17 pm
Minicapt,
I can truly picture that flat frog!
October 30, 2011 at 1:29 am
So why is it called Dennisport 🙂 🙂
I was thinking of swedish food and if it is bland and I have to say it is. Paprika was seen as hot here too when I grew up 🙂 🙂 Nowdays things has changed though, hot and spicy is more popular and I love it. But I guess Francisca still would think my food is bland 🙂 🙂 🙂
That is the thing with good firends, even if they don’t see each other in forty years it doesn’t feel that way if they meet again 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
October 30, 2011 at 4:27 am
Because it is well to the south of South Dennis; if it weren’t for the ocean, it would be in the next town. Unlike Dennis, which is way north, just across the bay from Boston.
Cheers
October 30, 2011 at 10:44 am
Minicapt,
That makes perfect sens; no, wait, it makes no sense at all!
October 30, 2011 at 10:44 am
Christer,
I have no idea why!
She thinks my food is bland. Since Mexican food is quite hot maybe she’d like that. You can’t imagine how very hot Ghanaian food is. I think my fingers even burned when I ate it.
That’s true about good friends!