Life at the end of the road

July 17, 2009

Not even close!

Filed under: daily doings, food — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 10:05 pm

WordPress seems to have thrown a wobbly so I’ll try posting this using http://www.scribefire.com/ which is actually quicker and easier than wordpress but I’ve not quite got to grips with the photo’s yet. Anyway as usual I was up at the crack of dawn and plonking away on this infernal laptop whilst most sane people where still in their beds. The first thing I did, well the first the I did after boosting my ego with checking the number of hits on LATEOTR was to check UKWind and ThR for the latest weather forecast, part of me wanted it to stay dry so that we could get on with painting the ferry and part of me wanted it to pish with rain then I could stop dragging three quarters of a ton of fresh water up the road every night to pump in to our water tanks. Whilst much of Britain ( so I’m told ) has been having lousy weather the north end of Raasay has been suffering a drought for the third year in a row!

Rain at last

Both Theyr and XC weather predicted rain as did John Schaffernacker or whatever his name is on radio 4, funny because when I headed south at 6:30 it did not look much like rain to me. So much so that I asked ‘the man from Gourock’ to refraim from washing the boat yet again then we could get some undercoat on the port casing before the predicted deluge.

So whilst I hung perilously from my safety harness up the funnel he did the easy bits down on the deck ๐Ÿ™‚

Rabbit ‘Provvedasco’

Once the entire port side accomadation and funnel casing was under coated we set about converting the rabbit hanging over the cooker into lunch. A lunch that would be similar to many that my mother cooked for me from a recipie that she got from my granny. When I say recipie, I’m sure it’s just a vague collection of ingredients, for I’ve never asked my mother for it and I’m sure my granny, like me never cooked it the exact same way twice. I call it ‘Provedasco’ because that’s the tiny hamlet in the hills of Liguria of northern Italy where I first ate it as a child.

Provadasco

Provvedasco

The collection of half a dozen houses, much like Arnish, without a road and where I spent a couple of my formative years. To be honest I do not remember a great deal about it other than treading grapes in my bear feet to make wine, a stinking outside loo and of course the rabbits kept for food in the cellar!

Anyway to make a fine meal from a wee bunny here is what you do,

Heat up a large frying pan, pour in olive oil, a couple or three cloves of chopped or crushed garlic, half an onion or so finely chopped, a handfull of peppercorns freshly crushed and a couple of rashers of chopped bacon. Get your bunny and cut it in half, well cut it just below the rib cage leaving the top half for tomorrows soup and cut the rest into 4. Two back legs and the rest split down the backbone, seal these 4 bits off in your hot oil then tip in a good glug of red wine and a tin of chopped tomatoes.

DO NOT DRINK ANY OF THE WINE! and remove it from the ferry in a brown paper bag so nobody can see you ๐Ÿ™‚ Once simmering, a bay leaf, some celery and basil will not go amiss.

Leave it simmering for half an hour or so then serve with pasta

Your mouth and stomach will be eternally gratefull ๐Ÿ™‚

Spectacularly wrong

The weather forecast was not even close for we saw no rain all day and even managed a coat of gloss on the port casing! Of course this meant that once more I would be carrying water 11 miles up the road but I can live with that ๐Ÿ™‚ and whilst it did not actually rain, Glamaig on Skye was weraing a hat all day!

and whilst I’m sure that this means something, I can’t for the life in me remember what it is ๐Ÿ™‚

and that’s it really, I drove home, pumped another 600lts of ‘Scottish water’s’ finest into my tanks, went along to Torran on my quad to chect the water tank at http://www.uniquescotland.com/raasayschool/index.html
and had a much needed bath!

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