Thursday, November 1, 2012

Weeks 4,5,6 - Kitchen Duty




The days rush by with a multitude of jobs to take care of, as is the norm at the beginning of each season. The most pressing is to use up as much of the produce in the walk-in as we can before it turns into treats for the 3 amigos, Norm, Al and Sammy.
With cases of tomatoes, celery, peppers, mushrooms and zucchini I make an army size batch of spaghetti sauce thick with veggies. Simmered for the best part of the afternoon I end up with 18 containers to freeze - enough to last us through the entire year.

 




A bucket of ONIONS ( Mike HATES onions) is a main ingredient for a barbecue sauce recipe that has been in my family since 1966. The 4L jar plus might seem a lot for one person but I find myself dipping out a cup or more to smother a slice of meat loaf, simmer with chucks of chicken, spoon over a bed of rice or sauce up an omelet.
 




My yearly repertoire of favorite dishes are made in quantity and stored in the 'quick meals' section. Stuffed peppers, spicy chili, turkey noodle, minestrone and beef barley soup, cabbage rolls and manicotti have used up most of the remaining produce.
Finding a restaurant size container of sour cream gets the wheels turning as to how to use it up. Walnut Sour Cream Coffee Cake, New York Style Cheesecake, Garlic Cheese Bread, Vegetable Dip, Blueberry Scones and a rich Chocolate Cake. No....we haven't been eating non-stop, most of these delectable goodies now reside in the 'frozen dessert' section of my grocery store.


It doesn't matter what's on the “to do” list for the day, when the sun comes out so do we. Warm, sunny and not ripple to be seen in the bay the water beckons us to jump into the kayak for some exploring.








After several trips out this season (each in our own boat) thanks to the awesome fall weather we've enjoyed, we decided to give the two-man kayak a try. I really couldn't turn around so I just held the camera above my head and clicked - not too bad.
 





Sea lions are a common sight throughout the summer but this is the first we have ever seen the bay.
 




Must have stayed around for the late season fishing.






Don't blame Mike and I for creating this very friendly fellow, sure he was coming to the back door at the kitchen before we left but now he can be found standing outside the kitchen window, with his nose almost pressed against the glass - Jordan were you giving him treats through the open window? As you can see he is totally comfortable strolling everywhere.





How can one resist such a face.





                                                     “That was a tasty snack”




Along with the halibut that was given to us there was also several smaller salmon which the crew left to add to the 'fish' section of the freezers.





Even though it's been at least 10 days since the barge was here we are still working on getting the water all the way up to the lodge. A rack consisting of 40 18.5L (5 gals) bottles isn't heavy when wheeled one by one but when you think of it as 800 gallons, which we will consume all of, it puts a different spin on the quantity.
Experiencing a -16C cold snap last year and losing 8 bottles due to freezing and splitting open we have decided to move all the bottles into the “dry room” which is located just off the living room and can be accessed from inside or out. Will be very handy when a new bottle is needed for the water cooler and the rains are torrential.





Ingram as she is know throughout the summer and Princess for the rest of the year is still as aloof, demanding and affectionate as always.





For those who don't follow the Outpost blog on the WCFC site during the summer will be sad to hear that Brock (Big Fat Cat) is no longer with us.
Nobody knows for sure where she went, just that one morning she was no longer around. Mike and I miss watching her wattle down the boardwalk to her favoured  spot by the bucket of the backhoe where she would watch the world go by. I think Princess feels the loss also for one day we found her sitting on top of the backhoe.





Till next week,
Heather & Mike

Weeks 2,3 - The Fun Begins




I'm still playing catch up so this will be weeks 2 & 3.
Not being early morning types we headed back to bed after waving our final good-byes to the summer crew - it was after all only 7am. Waking refreshed, our first day back at the OP is always the same, we explore. I must say the most interesting areas to go through are the kitchen and freezers in the basement. My shopping list for the year has mainly stayed the same, buying items that I know I will use for certain dishes or special occasions so it's almost like Christmas morning when I walk into the cooler and begin to read labels on jars and bottles, while unmarked containers are scrutinized by smell. The assortment of oils, cheeses, spices and smoked meats (boar I think Jordan said) has me thinking I'll have to go online to find recipes to use them in. I hit the mother lode in the freezer upstairs as this is where all the fabulous desserts and baking by Natasha have been kept. Bags of cookie dough portioned and ready to bake, croissants ( homemade), half a doz different flavours of gelato, mini cheesecakes (yum), chocolate mousse concoctions (yum yum ) and several sheet cakes waiting to be iced. Do you get the impression that I (we) have a sweet tooth?

Three out of the 6 freezers operating downstairs contain cases of beef, steaks, turkeys, cornish hens, whole chickens, chicken wings, ribs strawberries, rhubarb, green beans, squash etc everything I asked for on our 9 month food order – the other 3 hold an assortment of meat ( some I'm not sure of what it is) lots of dairy, jugs of OJ, breads, buns and bait.

The only area left are the shelves and totes. Here I find all the basics -
20kg bags of white flour, wholewheat, buckwheat and rye, 100oz cans of tomato sauce/paste/whole, 16L containers of sunflower oil, boxes of pasta, bags of rice and grains. Cereals come in jumbo size, rolled oats by the pound, cases of apple, grapefruit, tomato and clamatoe juice sit beside flats of coke, ginger ale and water.

My curiosity satisfied the realization that ALL of this now has to be unpacked, organized, recorded in a master list of food that I keep.... will wait for another day.




 It's been 21 days, the time has finally arrived, my reprieve is over and tonight it's back into the kitchen. What a wonderful 3 weeks it was not having to go grocery shopping, plan what to eat, cook and do dishes. With the makings of a grocery store right at my fingertips I went shopping. What was our first dinner? Fish and chips.
A 60lb halibut caught by Andrew on the crew's fishing trip was graciously given to us to enjoy. Hey Dewy, we think of you everytime we have hali for dinner.

With only the occasional grey day we have enjoyed fabulous weather.





We've been getting reacquainted with the locals.






Making the Outpost our home means moving some furniture around, nothing drastic just a chair or two, add some end tables, change some of the pictures, place a couple of mirrors, maybe abit greenery and moving the game table to sit front of the window so we can enjoy the ever changing view.





What's this – the barge? So early? September 13th around 7am under grey skies and a steady drizzle “Northarm” barge glided into our bay. You may recall the slight predicament we were in last season due to nasty weather so the powers that be made sure that we were going to get our fuel early this year.





There is always an assortment of fishing gear, plastic bags stuffed with the foul weather jackets and pants to be cleaned, boxes, totes, empty beer kegs, a couple of full ones and a paddle board to load into the container on-board but before we can do this we have to empty it first. All the dry goods that were on my food order are here along with some boxes from our own shopping trip plus a rack of water.....all very heavy. The old legs are put to the test as Mike and I grab something from the dock, carry it up the somewhat slippery ( damn drizzle) ramp and than pick up an item from the container to do the reverse trip. I must say we did pretty good and had everything swapped out and loaded before the guys had our 4 diesel tanks, 1 gas tank and propane tanks filled.
It was no later than 11am that the lines tied to the buoy and tree, helping to hold the barge in place were untied. Off they went under dull skies and a misty rain as silently as they arrived.





Now we only have to get it all up the dock, up the ramp, along the boardwalk, up the stairs and into the kitchen. I think there will be 2 tired people at the OP tonight!




So things are looking good for the upcoming season....plenty of fuel, the furnace is running like a charm, some spare furnace parts just in case, all our food, wine and liquor :) accounted for and we've witnessed some spectacular sunsets.
Let the fun begin.




Till next week,
Heather & Mike

Year 3 - Week 1 - We're Back




Was it only 82 days ago that I was bidding “adieu” to the Outpost and anticipating the summer ahead....and now here I sit, August 20th, in the co-pilot seat of the helicopter flying back in and wondering what the next 9 months and 2 weeks ( Mike always like to emphasis the 2 weeks) will have in store for us as we start our 3rd season of living at Port Louis, which we now refer to as home.





There were many familiar faces and a couple of new ones that made up the summer crew this season and I looked forward to sitting down with everyone to hear what they had been up to over the course of the past year or how they came to be a part of the West Coast Fishing Club adventure.

High spirits prevailed as the last of the guests waved good-bye and the realization that the pre-dawn alarm clock settings, endless loads of sheets and towels, stacks of dirty pots, pans, plates and platters, literally tons of fish caught, cleaned, bagged and boxed were over.

What better way to rejoice than to take a flying leap.





After a fabulous dinner, thanks Jordan and Natasha, the games began and you know what I'm talking about....KRUD. My goodness they take this game seriously and you better know what your doing when you play this bunch. I, myself have always bowed out citing I have to take pictures, which I do, but I'm thinking that maybe this year Mike and I will hone our skills and see if maybe we can add a few new moves.

Cat and Jordan battle to the end.
 



A day of play is the reward for a season well done and like every year since Mike and I have been coming here the gang all wants to go out fishing!!!
Outfitted in their jackets and pants and boots, toting coolers of snacks and beverages :) they sped out of the bay with hopes of catching their trophy.... meanwhile back at the lodge Mike and I take the opportunity for some “hot tub” time.






At the end of the day their efforts paid off.





The next 5 days are spent sorting, counting, cleaning, taking apart, packing and making lists lists lists for next year, but there are moments of relaxation and of course a bit of fun at the end of the day.






Just because it's a fishing lodge doesn't mean you can't dress up for the evening.




A favourite spot to chill out after a day's work.



Did someone say Tonga party?






There was a first at the Outpost in the form of a impromptu wedding reception and the lucky couple was Mike and I. I watched Justine set a lovely table complete with champagne flutes, flowers and wrapped gifts and I complemented all the ladies dressed more for a night on the town than dinner at the OP but I chalked it up to someone celebrating a birthday. When Ken formally addressed us than our “wedding dinner” awaited we knew what was afoot. A speech as only Ken can write, for he is very witty, proceeded a wonderful meal ( onion free, thank you Jordan) a fabulous cake which I think Hannah was responsible for and Justine who made sure that everyone's glass was kept topped up.





If your wondering what's up with the tropical attire, we have just returned from 2 glorious weeks in Barbados soaking up all the sun we could to last us throughout the year.


The day has come for everyone to pack up their bags and say 'good-bye'.





A VERY early morning start, 6 am, had some people less enthused than others.





And their off...back to civilization, friends, family, girlfriends, boyfriends....life.





We stand on the heli-pad watching until they are gone from view and it is only now that the Outpost is truly ours to call home.




 Till next week,
Heather and Mike