11/17/19
(Above: An image of the only sunlight I experienced on November 17, 2019.)
Active Summary: Today began with a cold and somewhat unpleasant ride around the beef pasture but was then followed by about an hour and half of creative writing in Jacobhouse. I next returned outside where I helped Padre with a plenitude of ill-acting bovines. This was ensued by some pondering as to what to do next, cleaning out the majority of waste cardboard from the Master Blend freezer room, a little bit of gardening, and then by my venturing up to Oldhouse where I cooked a lunch of grilled ‘fish and chips’.
(6:56 PM Update:) Cleaned more out of the Master Blend freezer room this afternoon. I removed no less than six old bikes, three old office chairs, some ½” PVC conduit (now in the old milk barn with all the other new pipes), and what seemed to be multiple pounds worth of cobwebs. This was followed by my returning to Jacobhouse and making oatmeal dough – dough that is currently being transformed into bread as I write.
I also came to a decision in regard to the list. I’m first going to clean out the Master Blend freezer room to make it more presentable, and then I plan on working on the roof of my Grandma Cook’s old house. Once the latter task is complete, the ‘ticking time bomb’ will be stopped and I shall be able to more readily choose what do from there: continue with the Master Blend freezer room or continue with OldOldhouse renovations.
TIL: Today I learned the various properties of triggerfish (in regard to cooking). Triggerfish fillets are slightly flaky, yet dense and firm. This means that they hold together well while cooking, making it especially favorable for grilling compared to other white fish (and salmon). In regard to flavor, it is somewhat muted. This means that plenty of salt, spices, butter, and lemon must be utilized to coax out its fresh, marine taste. When I cook this fish in the future, I will likely batter and fry it or put it on a sandwich. Or both.
Commentary: It was a cold and grey out all day excepting a few moments of sunset, and to add to this, the morning hours of farm-time were not of the most satisfying nature. The only solace I take in a day like this, is that they are not as numerous as my pleasant ones. Here is this entry’s namesake, by the way:
Final Note: For tomorrow’s outdoor activities, I plan on continuing the process of cleaning out Master Blend’s freezer room.