Ah yes, the leftovers. Thanksgiving itself is always wonderful – the gathering of family and friends, a bit of leisure, and of course, the food. It is the latter that keeps on giving days after the actual celebration – there is always more food prepared than can be consumed at one time.
The turkey was not exactly easy to come by here in Jamaica, and it wasn’t quite the same without my family around. But it was still good, and was especially tasty in today’s stirfry with a bunch of Jamaican vegetables.
One of the local staff at work takes orders for fish from a local fisherman. Today he brought in parrot fish for me – always a bit of a gamble, trying a fish you’ve never seen that is named after something with feathers – but this time it paid off. Grilled with garlic and some liquid aminos, the meat is firm and a little bit tangy. (Note: it looked even better AFTER it was cooked…)
The aesthetics of my noon time meal were memorable,
unfortunately, it was apparent the fish was not the freshest, and the meal was about a B. But that wasn’t really the point. The point was that I was sitting outside eating a steamed fish on a rural beach on the south coast of Jamaica, tired and a bit gritty from the motorbike ride through the mountains and gullies of highway A4, which fallows the coast line.
Alright, enough of this lack of mobility. There’s a lot of Kingston to discover, and some good gettin’ lost to get done. Shiny new helmet, new tires. Perhaps not the most testosterone-charged two-wheeled vehicle on the streets, but perfect forÂ maneuveringÂ Kingston’s ridiculous traffic and for saving on gas money.
Instead, I awoke this morning, the wind howling outside and whining as it forced its way through the seals of the windows and doors, but the rising sun breaking through clouds to the east. And off to the west, a strong rainbow let us know that, while there is most certainly still moisture in the air, a little sunshine can go a long way.