Tag: Camille

In the Zone

Today is Islamic New Year so Josh and the boys had the day off from school. To “celebrate” we spent the morning at Adventure Zone.

Each time we visit it’s clear how much Camille is growing and changing — this time she was climbing up the stairs, walking across the rope bridge, and trying to do everything her brothers did. 

She even loved the super steep plunge into the ball pit. 

and she found a friend

Nana went on all the slides, including the red slide that is straight up and down.

The boys were spinning each other — going for maximum sickness.

Happy New Year!

Turkey Day!

While I was busy cooking, Camille managed to get into our storage closet and climb into her old baby seat. Such a turkey. 

Happy Harvest

I’m pretty sure this isn’t what the Pilgrims had in mind as a Thanksgiving harvest:

In the background is our first baby watermelon, growing on the lattice. 

The “problem” with composting is sometimes “volunteers” spring up from the remains that we’ve pit composted in the yard (dig a hole, toss in melon rinds, apple cores, etc). It makes for some pretty interesting mystery melons or squashes like this one. I guess we’ll find out if it’s edible in a few more weeks. You can avoid that problem by not composting seeds and/or having a true compost pile where everything is broken down completely before it is added to the garden, but this way is more exciting (and easier).

This is a small cantelope-type melon that looks just like the ones we buy in the grocery store here. That one definitely grew from the seeds and rinds that I tossed in that bed.

And cherry tomatoes are on their way.
It’s not pumpkins, corn, or acorn squash, but it’s our harvest!

Big Tuna

Right along the beach in the previous post is a small cove where fishermen dock their little wooden fishing boats and sell freshly caught fish to people driving or walking by. Yesterday morning Lucy brought us this beautiful Tuna that she bought from the fisherman the day before.

I was skyping with Wendy at the time so I was able to show it to her live, but I took photos for the rest of you. It was longer than the width of our counter — I’m rough guesstimating that it was 2 – 2 1/2 feet long? 

Hello, beautiful fish! Lucy filleted it like a professional. I asked her where she learned how to do that and she laughed and said they have lots of fish at home in Goa. You are spared from any butchering pictures because I was too busy watching her take the fish apart. I wanted to take pictures of the heart, liver, and stomach to show the boys when they got home, but I thought she might think that was a little strange.

After the meat was separated from the bones Lucy used the bones to make fish stock (which will probably be turned into chowder later) and cut the dark red meat (it would have made beautiful sushi) into large pieces which she seasoned, dipped in flour and pan fried.

Baby girl ate a bunch of it. I have no idea how Lucy got all the bones out. I left the kitchen for a few minutes and missed that part. While the fish was still whole Camille kept gasping in surprise and wanting to get a closer look at it as if it were a cat or a dog. Now I want to take her to the fish sook to see what she thinks of all the fish there.