Carriacou Regatta Festival 2007 - Caribbean Compass
Carriacou Regatta Festival 2007 - Caribbean Compass
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SEPTEMBER <strong>2007</strong> CARIBBEAN COMPASS PAGE 38<br />
Alarge part of what’s so appealing about the<br />
cruising life is the variety of peoples and places<br />
we experience. Sometimes these experiences<br />
are a bit different than we are used to, but that’s the<br />
islands, Mon.<br />
Fowl<br />
Annually, we live aboard for a while in our favorite<br />
boatyard. Cooking is a chore so when the marina’s<br />
grocery store bought a rotisserie, we took advantage of<br />
the spicy chickens they cooked.<br />
This was a chicken night. The Captain left me sip-<br />
ping a “dark and diet” and admiring the golds of the<br />
evening creeping over the harbor, while he went for the<br />
chicken. He was gone a while, but the Captain’s a<br />
sociable type, so I didn’t worry. Eventually he was<br />
back with a warm bag. Plopping it on the table, he<br />
said, “You’re not going to believe this. I went into the<br />
store and looked to make sure there were chickens in<br />
the machine. Yes. So I went up to the cashier….”<br />
He says, “Is one of those chickens available?”<br />
She says, “No, would you like to pay for it now?”<br />
Pause, try again.<br />
“Is one of those chickens available?”<br />
FOWL PLAY<br />
by Betty Fries<br />
This photo was taken 552 miles north of St. Thomas<br />
en route from the Chesapeake. There was no wind,<br />
so Captain Larry grilled — what else? — chicken<br />
“No, would you like to pay for it now?”<br />
Longer pause, look around.<br />
“Can I have one of those chickens?”<br />
“Yes, would you like to pay for it now?”<br />
We chuckled all the way through dinner.<br />
Fowler<br />
Being a bit insular, we don’t speak French. That<br />
doesn’t stop us from enjoying some of the lovely<br />
advantages of the French islands. However, provisioning<br />
can be an adventure.<br />
Stopping in the town of St. Pierre, on Martinique, we<br />
headed for our favorite grocery, two streets back from<br />
the wharf. Paté is always on the list, but this time we<br />
were looking for a chicken for the grill. Happily, there<br />
are usually pictures on the food wrappers. We brought<br />
our purchases home. Now, the Captain has some very<br />
firm ideas about cleaning chickens, so he goes at it. In<br />
a few minutes I hear:<br />
“Mate!” (That’s me.) “There’s no breast on this chicken!”<br />
Sure enough, no breast. Still, enough for two people<br />
for dinner. Shortly, plates are loaded with grilled<br />
chicken and sides.<br />
Bounce goes the fork. More determinedly, the<br />
steak knives come out. No go. This is the original<br />
rubber chicken!<br />
Plan B: 24 hours later we have chicken soup, Yum.<br />
Most Fowl<br />
There ought to be a law in Tortola, BVI, that every<br />
man, woman and child must eat roast chicken for<br />
Sunday dinner. That ought to eliminate the genetically<br />
defective birds that start crowing at 1:00AM thinking<br />
it’s morning.<br />
Sort of Fowl<br />
We were in one of the Grenadine islands, and opted for<br />
grilled chicken and rice from a roadside stand. Taking<br />
our hot foil packages, we sat under a tree looking out<br />
over the bay. Unwrapping my chicken, I looked at it for<br />
a moment before I realized the drumstick was eight inches<br />
long! Oh well, tastes just like chicken… sorta.<br />
Absolutely the Fowlest!<br />
According to the pickup truck driver turned impromptu<br />
tour guide in Great Inagua, Bahamas, traditional<br />
Christmas dinner was/is roast flamingo. Makes me<br />
think that Inaguans must be great fans of gravy, with<br />
that much neck to work with. I also have to wonder how<br />
they fit those drumsticks into the oven!