Hey all... the drillers have arrived. Let's see, they got here Wednesday and yesterday they began drilling. Not bad. But they got here in a truck and a car (belonging to one of the helpers) because their other truck died on the way here. Last night the night drillers went out and were due back around 7:00 for breakfast. At 8:00 they finally showed up - their truck died and they had to walk 3 km to camp - and this after a gruelling 12 hour shift that didn't go well. It was impossible to understand more than that, but I'm sure I'll hear what went wrong tonight.
We had grilled cod last night that apparently was fabulous. Alex had thirds. I don't eat in camp so I don't know how it tasted. It was just lemon juice, butter, salt and pepper mixed up and slathered on, sprinkled with paprika, then wrapped in foil and grilled for 8 minutes or so. Pretty basic.
Tonight we're having grilled jerk chicken (already marinating), garlic mashed potatoes with leftover peas and corn (already cooked, just have to steam to rewarm), baked cauliflower in a mushroom soup and cheddar cheese sauce (already made), and grilled cabbage with bacon and onions (already prepared). Plus a salad.
If it weren't for all the nasty bugs, this place would be idyllic. Everyone's getting along like a house on fire - wonderful.
What's up with you guys? Whatcha been cooking? Gone anywhere? Talk to me, I'm all alone here
Say anything. Well, okay, not philosophy stuff. Nope.