Friday, March 30, 2012

Evening Boat Excursion

One evening last week, we took the boat out for a couple hours.  With daylight savings, our evenings are longer now and conducive to such weekday adventures!

This particular boat excursion was in a 17 foot Boston Whaler, the boat in which I'm being taught to actually DRIVE (and dock and anchor and tie up, etc.) rather than to simply enjoy going along for the ride.  But I begged off taking the wheel first since I wanted to snap some blog photos for you!

Off we went.  We pulled away from the private dock and waved good-bye to Milo, one of my favorite island dogs.

Milo, just chillin' out.

We backed into a small canal, then headed west.  I never fail to be amazed at the clarity and brilliant hues of the water!

You can see to the bottom!

As we pulled away from the island, I looked back at the local boat yard.  One of the island's sailboats was up on the land getting a fresh coat of paint for the upcoming regatta (sailboat race).  These boats are Bahamian-made and Bahamian-owned.  They are wooden sloops, harkening back to the traditions of early fishermen.  This particular boat has been hand-planked and rebuilt by hand in the past.  And she's fast!

Local Boat Yard
We cruised along the many little "cays" or blips of land, some larger than others.  The western backside of a larger (uninhabited) cay forms a safe harbor where many boats are now anchored during this busy season.   

Sailboats anchored out in a protected area.
I mean, look at that water!  C'mon!  I'm not biased, right?!
Tiny little cays in the sea.
Then the real mission of this adventure commenced - wilt-hunting!  Wilts (a.k.a. whilks or whelks) are large Caribbean snails.  Locally, they attach to the hard coral rock near the water line.  So we cruised toward the rocky cays jutting out of the sea.

Like this one.
The water was deeper in some areas than others.  You can tell in the pictures by the shades of blue.  The deeper the water, the darker the blue.

See where it changes back to shallow water in the distance?

We maneuvered the boat close to the rock - some seriously challenging driving practice for me! - and pried the wilts off with a knife.  I took quite a few pics, so I'll give you a fuller description later.

For now, this is what our bucket looked like when we quit.


After completing our mission, we cruised along for a little joy ride.  First stop . . . pig beach!  There's that expression about "when pigs fly."  Well, in this case, pigs swim!

Approaching the beach.  See the pink pig by the left dinghy and the two darker ones by the right dinghy?
The pigs are wild.  One or more just had a litter recently, and I've counted more than a dozen piglets running around!
A couple piglets in the beach background.
The pigs are used to being fed by boaters, and they can be quite aggressive in coming out for food when they hear a boat engine nearing.  It's important to have the food ready to throw or the pigs will actually try to climb into the boat!  Not so good in a small boat.
I'm manning a camera and throwing bread bits as fast as I can as they swim up to the boat!

Lots of snorting.

Yup, those pigs are doggie-paddling.

They finally give up and turn to the beach as we motor away.
After we left pig beach, we cruised back toward home.  At a local marina, a unique-looking and beautiful boat caught my eye.  I'm not sure what type it is, but one of you more astute boaters is likely to know.  Pretty, huh?
The wood gleamed perfectly.

"Freedom" had a very patriotic feel, with an old-school look and a large American flag flying proudly.


Also near the marina, we saw a fisherman friend returning with a large haul.  So, we tied up the boat and went to the fish-cleaning bench to check it out.  He had a very large Wahoo!  Yes, that's the fish name.  But it's worth getting excited about - good eating!  If I heard correctly, this Wahoo was caught on an electric line in 600-800 feet of water.

Cleaning the Wahoo.
Right under and around the fish-cleaning bench, nurse sharks slowly swam in circles.
Waiting for fish scraps to be thrown over.
Yes, the sharks are underwater.  The water is really just that clear!  These photos were taken from the dock above, not with an underwater camera!


I also thought you might enjoy seeing the posted "rules" for the fish bench and grill area.  For decades, nothing was posted, so this is a modern touch.  It's still fairly loose and island-style, and people generally respect the rules.  However, the outdoor grill that had been built into a concrete wall no longer exists!  Hurricane Irene carried it away with her last summer.


As I've mentioned in other posts, tourists and locals like to gather around the fish-cleaning bench and check out the action.  The group this day happened to be mostly visitors.
Watching the fish-cleaning and the sharks around the fish-cleaning bench.

This visitor was especially brave and waded in with beer in hand - Kalik, which is a Bahamian beer.
The sharks weren't the only creatures being fed that evening. We were able to take home a piece of the Wahoo, so I delighted in a very fresh Wahoo sandwich that evening for dinner!  Just lightly sauteed, plenty of lime as always, and it was down the hatch in no time.

Another great day.  So grateful!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Fish-Cleaning Video

Good morning, Better Lifers!  I have a special treat for you today . . . a video!

Some of the guys went out diving (e.g., free-diving and spear-fishing) on Sunday afternoon.  They brought back boatloads - literally - of fish.  I enjoyed hanging out at the fish-cleaning bench with all the action.  I happily snapped away to take tons of pictures for you and will post those soon.  Meanwhile, enjoy this video preview!

Here's a quick description of what you're about to see . . .

One of the guys skillfully cleans a large grouper.  He holds the fish by its mouth, and you can see the large gills open.  He uses a super-sharp knife to slice off the scales.  (Later - off camera - he cuts into the fish to separate the head, pare off the fillets, and prepare the rest of the fish for soups/stews/other.)  You'll hear me ask him how large this grouper is - 25 pounds!  

Then the camera pans down to another man squatting over a pile of fish and separating the lobster tails into a bucket of seawater.  

If you notice, the fish bench is right on the edge of the clear blue water.  Sorry for the extra noise, but that's the wind into my camera mic on this gusty day.

And perhaps my favorite part . . . I doubt most of you will be able to follow too closely, but you'll hear the banter and chatter that accompanies fish-cleaning in all its Bahamian glory!

Enjoy!


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Do You Think About Garbage?

In the course of your day-to-day routines, do you think much about garbage?  My guess is no.  At least not much beyond taking it out to the dumpster (City dwellers) or curb (suburbanites).  Perhaps a little extra thought is given to recycling.

Well, on the island, I think about garbage a lot.  For example:
  • There is one dump on the island.  Think about how small this island is (less than 5 square miles) and you'll understand how important it is to contain the dump.  We try to minimize garbage and smells as much as possible.
  • If I cook lobster and have empty shells, I carry those down to the beach and toss them in the water.  Anything from the sea goes back to the sea - not to the dump.
  • I don't have a food disposal in the kitchen sink.  We try not to waste food anyway, and I have become quite adept at using every little scrap and becoming creative with leftovers.  However, for food scraps that would otherwise go down the drain/disposal, I collect it in a sealed plastic container in the fridge.  When it gets full or after several days, I take it outside, dig a hole and bury the food (compost).  I confess I've been doing this less since the dog likes to dig it up, but that's still preferred over dumping in the trash.
  • No garbage pickup services exist for everyone.  In the town center, one man drives one regular pickup truck and collects garbage for the local residents.  Anywhere else, we take it to the dump ourselves.
  • Visitors by boat must pay to dump their garbage on this little island! Boaters gather their garbage at sea and dump it when they come to port.  Lots of boaters mean lots of garbage, especially with some of the huge yachts.  The local marina charges per bag, and boaters can throw their garbage bags into a marina cart to be hauled to the dump.
Now that you know the random bits of garbage that I think about, let's put it in some visual context.

On a recent afternoon, I decided to make a run to the dump.  I loaded one bag of garbage into the back of my golf cart, and Angel happily scampered up to the front seat, excited for an excursion.

Off we go!

We cruised down the road, over a little bridge above a saltwater creek, around the airport and down a long road toward the center of the island on the other side.  In my slow golf cart, it was about a 5 minute ride.

The road, just 30 yards from the dump.
I turned onto the dump access path.  From the main road, the dump is not visible at all, thanks to a large berm and it being set back from the road.  However, once I turned onto the access path, scraps of garbage and broken glass became visible.  The community cleans the island several times a year and tries to keep the dump area clear, but scraps are bound to filter out by falling off of vehicles or being blown by the wind.

Starting down the short access path. 
As we rounded the corner, the dump came into view in all its glory.

Circular drive through the dump.
Loose protocol is to throw the trash towards the left in front, place larger (and possibly salvageable) items in the middle or to sides.  One person's junk is another person's treasure?  Some people visit the dump from time to time to see what they might want to scavenge.
Usually much more "stuff" sitting around.  Treasure hunters must have been through recently.
Unfortunately, no recycling program exists on the island.  The interest is there, but it hasn't become a reality yet.  The government does not offer anything, and it's too expensive (and a big hassle) for individuals to recycle:  it would involve collecting, and then shipping or flying the items from the island to Nassau.
Since no good recycling options, bottles go to the dump, too.


         
Angel actually obeys and stays on the cart while I add our garbage to the pile.  I don't let her run around with all the broken glass and who-knows-what.  Also, lots of flies buzz around.  Ick.
Patiently waiting, but very curious.
I pulled in and circled around, retrieved the bag of trash from the back of the cart and flung it into the heap of "new" garbage.  From there, it will be burned.  Burning is done ad hoc, but on a day when it is not windy!  Then, a bulldozer or other machine is brought in from time to time to push the dump back and compress it as much as possible into the berm surrounding the dump.

That's my garbage flying in midair.
After my garbage lands, I quickly hop back into the cart and drive off, realizing that I've been holding my breath as much as possible.  Until the next time!

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Those Inner Nudgings

In my About page, I noted that spirituality was an important part of my life, although I wasn't going to talk about God much here.  I feel that is a personal thing, and each person can decide what God is or isn't, or what spirituality does or doesn't mean for them.  My view is all-inclusive, and I don't want to alienate or exclude anyone, especially my dear readers.

That said, something crossed my path this morning that I wanted to share . . .

I read the Daily Word most mornings.  It's a little daily devotional book (that you can also access for free online).  Although it is Christian-based and ends with a scripture, it really is about broad spiritual principles that we can all take to heart, regardless of our religious affiliation or lack thereof.

In this Choosing The Better Life blog, I have referred to "inner nudgings" - simply my label for the quiet guidance we all have inside, regardless of what we call it, or what we consider its source.  Those inner nudgings are very important to me because - when I listen to them - they have helped guide me toward decisions and actions that have brought so much good and joy to my life.  And when I have ignored them, I have paid dearly.  I also have found that, for me, those inner nudgings start out quietly.  However, if it is about something significant and I continue to question my "gut instinct" or attempt to downplay, suppress, explain away or otherwise ignore the subtle prompts from inside, those little nudgings eventually turn into something external and equivalent to a baseball bat knocking me upside the head!  So, now I prefer to pay attention while they are still quiet little nudgings.  :)

Anyway, I opened my Daily Word today and saw such a perfect description of this that I thought I would share it with you: 

Saturday, March 24, 2012
 
Navigate
 
The spirit of God within me lovingly navigates my way.

A Global Positioning System (GPS) in one's car shows the way to new places, while a friendly, automated voice gives turn-by-turn instructions on how to get to a specific destination.
Similarly, we have an internal GPS which we can activate anytime to steer us on our spiritual journey. My internal guidance arises through intuitive prompts, gut instinct and an inner knowing that guides me where I need to be.  The voice that speaks to me is the still small voice within, which helps me navigate through any challenges. I listen for Spirit's cues when I am quiet and still, and I confidently follow the prompts to my highest good.

And when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left, your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it."--Isaiah 30:21 

It doesn't matter if you call it God or not.  Just sift through the noise and clutter to find that little voice inside, then listen to your inner nudgings!

Have a wonderful weekend!

Friday, March 23, 2012

Anniversary Again?! Blogging Discoveries

Precisely one month ago, I launched this blog - Happy Anniversary!  Okay, okay, I know it's only been a month, and I promise I won't coerce you into celebrating such minutia all the time.  But, kind of like in the early stages of a new relationship when the couple celebrates mini-anniversaries, I'm just so darn excited and want to mark the occasion.

So, what have I discovered in this month of blogging?
  • Daily reminders of how much I enjoy writing!
  • The joy of "meeting" new and interesting people in the form of blog readers and other bloggers.
  • I actually dig Twitter.
  • Facebook Pages frustrate me because I can't reach out to friends like you can on a personal page.  Instead, I must wait for them to "Like" the Choosing The Better Life (Island Blog) Facebook page.
  • The pleasure of seeing this island and my Better Life through the eyes of new readers.
  • I need to carry my camera with me more.
  • Blogging about my Better Life reinforces a healthy perspective for me and immense gratitude on a daily basis.
  • Angel was born to be a star.  Okay, I already knew that.
  • Blogging takes more time than I'd imagined.
  • "Island busy" still is worlds better than my former life "busy."
  • I feel very much "me" when writing here, as opposed to, oh let's say, a legal brief or contract revision.
  • Random little bits of related joy, like getting positive feedback from an author whom I've admired and a blogger who inspired me.
  • Wikipedia's picture of a hogfish looks just a bit different from the ones I see in the water or on the fish-cleaning bench.
  • There's still so much about island living that I've yet to conquer:  better boat skills, cleaning fish, handy-woman prowess, native style cooking, free-diving, identification of indigenous plants and much more!
What have you learned from this blog in the last month?  Thanks for continuing along with me!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

How Did You End Up On An Island? PART 1

"How did you end up living on an island?"  This question is posed to me on a near-weekly basis.  The end result was a few decades in the making, so it defies any succinct answer, but I’ll give it a shot.

Where Were You Before You Moved To The Island?

After graduating law school and obtaining a Master’s Degree in Education in the Midwest, I moved to South Florida (where my parents and brother had relocated) and worked for four years as an educational/legal consultant to school districts across the southeastern United States.  Then, for a variety of reasons, I moved north to a wonderful Midwestern city that is unfortunately prone to long, grey, cold winters.  For 10 years I practiced in a downtown law firm, focusing on school law and business/transactional matters.  With everything you hear about law firms, I felt fortunate that I liked and respected my colleagues and the Firm’s clients.  Although I was not passionate about the actual work, I had found my groove, worked long hours at it, and just clicked along in the life I was living.

2009 brought a roller coaster of traumatic events in my personal life.  I regained my footing in 2010, but I began to approach life from a slightly different perspective.  I wanted to-the-core happiness.  I didn’t want to just keep going through the motions.  I sought personal fulfillment.  Blah, blah, blah.  :)  Things were calm and I was okay and life was fine.  But I felt a restlessness about me, a dissatisfaction, a haunting sense that I wasn't happy enough - if you can quantify such a thing - for the rest of my life.  I knew, or at least believed, that there had to be more to life than what I had tapped into.

So, I began to think about making some changes.  Specifically, I began to think about career change and geographic change.  

Why Did You Quit Your Job?

I started to slowly take the usual next steps associated with career/geographic change:  researching resume/CV formats for career-changers, updating my resume, contacting others to serve as references, researching other cities (particular nods to Nashville, Charleston and Wilmington), researching job opportunities in those areas, visiting and even browsing rental properties in Nashville, my top contender, and talking to a local realtor about listing my condo for sale. 

Visiting Nashville, playfully "praying for" a job teaching in Vanderbilt's College of Education, maybe my dream job?
But even with my growing interest in Nashville and exploration of other career possibilities, I kept hitting a wall.  I couldn’t bring myself to take steps much beyond thinking about it.  I couldn’t even finish my resume.  This lack of follow-through was foreign to my little organized self since I usually love to cross items off of my ever-present lists of things to do. 

Something was going on.  In wondering what was holding me back from the typical next steps, I kept feeling pulled in a direction that didn’t make sense to my logical brain . . . take a year off. 

“What?!  Take a year off?  And not have a job?  Not have a specific plan?  That is hardly a realistic option!  I’ve ALWAYS worked.  Even in college, every year I went home to waitress instead of going on a Spring Break.  Besides, I’m a responsible grown-up now.  You don’t just leave one job without having the next one lined up, especially in this economy!  Puhleez.”  My Type-A brain scoffed at the very notion. 

However, try as I might to redirect this impulse, it kept coming back to me.  Eventually, having promised myself to never again ignore those quiet nudgings that guide us from within, I finally gave in.  When I gave notice, my law partners were wonderfully supportive.  Some encouraged me to consider a leave of absence instead of a total break from employment with the Firm.  But I knew that I had to be completely untethered and relieved of all obligations or self-imposed time frames in order to make the most of my time off and really keep the options wide open.

I left my law firm early in 2011 amid tears, fears and high hopes for the unknown.  My “plan” was to simply BE for a few months, then start exploring other career/location possibilities in full force.  I’d budgeted savings to give myself an entire year off.  My job for the next year was going to be to design an exciting new life, one that was more in alignment with my true self and how I really felt inside, now that I would have the luxury of time to sift through the clutter of our hectic lives and figure mine out!

Little did I know how things would continue to unfold . . .

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Delicious Fish Dinner

Good morning!  I was thinking of you all as I cooked dinner last evening, so I decided to snap some pics and share my delicious fish dinner with you.  Now, I’m no chef, and this is not a food blog.  BUT this fish makes me happy, so here you go.  :)

The real dinner process starts in the sea, when my beau and his buddies spear-fish hogfish or grouper, or when we catch mahi mahi with a rod-n-reel. After they clean everything, I help package the fish fillets in gallon-sized Ziplock bags and seal them tight.  The best seal is to simply dunk each bag in a bucket of clean seawater all the way up to the zipper; the saltwater helps suck the air out and create a real tight seal.  (I know that's not the most scientific explanation, but all that matters is that it works!)  

I happily take our portion home, label the bags with a Sharpie marker, and stock the freezer - except for the fish I usually cook fresh that evening!  It is so wonderful (and I am grateful for how fortunate I am) to have fish readily available.

So yesterday afternoon, I went to the freezer and pulled out my very favorite kind of fish, hogfish.  Just out of the sea it looks like:

See the large, pinkish one with the pig-like snout?  That's a freshly speared hogfish.
Just out of my freezer yesterday, it looked like:


I rested the bag on a paper towel on the counter until the fish thawed.  (I know, I know, that’s not the safest practice, but I’m doing things island style.)  Later, I put the thawed fillets into a glass pan.  Metal pans work fine, too, but I like glass for microwave ease if we have any leftovers.

 
I gathered the rest of the ingredients for this simple dish:  lime, seasoned salt, black pepper, garlic powder (optional), tomato, onion, butter.


Yesterday, I was out of butter and didn’t feel like running to the store just for that, so I substituted extra virgin olive oil.  It works just fine, too, though I prefer the subtle taste difference with butter.  None of it matters too much except for the lime.  Real lime, people, not out of a bottle!

I seasoned the fish by squeezing one lime over the two fillets, drizzling a little olive oil (or a few pats of butter if I’d had it handy) and lightly covering them with a dusting of seasoned salt, black pepper and garlic powder.  If you keep your limes in the refrigerator, you’ll get more juice out of them by zapping them in the microwave for 7 seconds before you cut them open.  (That’s a little trick I learned a while back from the almighty Rachel Ray.)   

Then I sliced an onion as thinly as possible and layered it over the fillet, repeating this with a thinly sliced tomato.  You don’t need to use the whole onion or the whole tomato – just cover the fillets.  Also, even if you or the people you’re feeding don’t like tomatoes or onions, use them for the flavor and juice during cooking; you can skip eating them later.

All prepped.
I covered the pan tightly with foil and put it in the fridge until closer to cooking time.  

Island girl note:  I try to prep as much dinner as possible during the day to be ready for last-minute happy hour or social opportunities which frequently arise.  :)

When it was time to think about dinner, I pulled the fish out to come to room temperature and pre-heated the oven to 375 degrees.  (And sure enough, I ran out to meet some friends for a beer while my very slow oven heated.)  Back home, I slid the covered pan of fish into the hot oven, then checked it at 20 minutes.  To check:  stick a fork into the center of the thickest portion of fish.  The fork should go right in and not feel firm or resistant.  The fish should easily flake off of the fork and be white, not translucent.  If it's not ready, pop it back in the oven for a few minutes and check again.


I didn't get a picture of it flaking off of the fork for you because it was all I could do to manage a large flashlight and a camera at the same time.  Yup, the power went out, not at all uncommon in island living.  Sigh.  But, we're used to it and make the most of it!  I'd already cooked most of the meal.  Plus, my stove/oven is propane-fueled so it still functions even when the electricity goes off.  I am well-versed at cooking in the dark!

Ahh, power came back on just as I was about to serve dinner.  It was only off for about 20 minutes - not long at all!  :)  So, I snapped a better picture for you:


Meanwhile, I had cooked brown rice and sauteed fresh baby spinach with onion, broccoli, garlic and basil.  To serve, I put the fish on the rice and covered it all with the “gravy,” as Bahamians call it, or the broth which was created while the fish steamed.  Mmmm, dinner is served!


This makes a delicious and very healthful meal.  It is also a great basis for a kajillion variations of seasonings, steaming vegetables in the pan with the fish, etc.  With the endless options, I wrote this as a narrative, rather than recipe-card style, because it’s more of a method than an actual recipe.  (And because I learned from someone showing me, rather than my usual Epicurious-recipe-hunt.)  You can use this method with fish you buy in your local grocery store and doctor it up however you like!  In my opinion, the keys to success are simply to season the fish well with lime and to not overcook it.  That’s it!

And for the grill masters out there, a favorite variation – and how I originally learned this method – is to make the fish in foil packets instead of a pan and it will steam on a hot grill in 10 minutes.  Delish!