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Richard Jernigan
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 RE: Spanish Gastronomy (in reply to Piwin)
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ORIGINAL: Piwin
Either you took this shot threw a window pane or that woman is a ghost with feet on her back! At first I thought she was sitting on some sort of tiled bench, which I assume must be the pavement outside (?). The effect is quite startling!
Yes. I was standing on the sidewalk at night. This was the second shot, after the ladies had noticed me...their smiles are so fetching that many people fail to notice the feet! The restaurant, named Chaya Maya was packed, with a long line out the door, so we walked closer to the main square and ate at Cafe La Habana.
On Christmas Eve the prosperous owner of La Habana showed up dressed as a Cuban peasant of the old days, in homespun and sandals, with a burlap sack over his shoulder. He was accompanied by his handsome wife and beautiful teenage daughter, both elegantly turned out.
La Habana was a blast from the past. My two friends and I, who camped out in Mexico that whole summer, ate there in 1961. When we first visited Merida we stayed at a miserable and dirty casa de huespedes. Upon our return after several weeks in the jungle we found a nice pensión with a pool, orchard of both Seville and sweet oranges, and excellent food. It was further from downtown, but cheap too.
At the pensión we met six American college students, three girls and three boys, just two or three years younger than we graduate students. Talking to one of the girls I learned that they had flown to Merida from Kansas, but had spent the whole week in town since their arrival. None of them spoke much Spanish, and the boys were reluctant to face the imagined dangers of the countryside. She said they weren't romantic couples, just pals from school.
The next day at the pool we regaled them with tales of our manly adventures in the jungle and at Isla Mujeres, and our sailing trip with some fishermen from there to Cozumel, where there was not any kind of tourist accommodation at all in those days.
The day after that we took the girls to Chichen Itza. The girls told the boys they could stay behind as punishment for their timidity. My two friends and two of the girls rode in rather cramped fashion in the cab of our pickup. The girl I had first spoken to and I rode in the bed of the truck, which was padded with sleeping bags and a tarp. This was well before the modern toll road was built, so the two-hour drive each way gave us a chance to get better acquainted...
One of my friends is now a Distinguished Professor Emeritus at Iowa State University. Last time I talked to him, he said he still had a box of photo slides from that trip. One of these days I will make it to Ames with a slide scanner.
RNJ
A graffito on the wall in the same block as La Chaya Maya...
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Date Mar. 17 2016 21:55:55
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El Frijolito
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RE: Spanish Gastronomy (in reply to Richard Jernigan)
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You know what they say, "Poor Mexico, so far from God, so close to the USA."
Actually the quote is, "Poor New Mexico, so far from Heaven, so close to Texas." It is attributed to Manuel Armijo, then governor of the territory of Nuevo Mexico, 1841. Porfirio Diaz, to whom your variation of the quote is popularly attributed, would have been about 11 years old.
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Date Mar. 17 2016 22:28:57
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Richard Jernigan
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From: Austin, Texas USA
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RE: Spanish Gastronomy (in reply to estebanana)
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ORIGINAL: estebanana
They used the lagoon at Trestles to simulate a lagoon on a Japanese occupied Pacific island. He and his team built a wooden replica of the fuselage a tail of Mitsubishi Zero and planted it nose first into the lagoon to look like a Zero crash site. And subconciously this gave the viewers of the film a sense of hope that a symbol like Zero was trashed out and defeated.
Never eat a trout raw, the sashimi is overrated in my humble opinion.
While my father was a member of the Confederate Air Force (the name was later changed to Commemorative Air Force), instead of Zeros they flew AT-6 Texan trainers (SNJ's to the Navy) with modified wingtips to mimic the distinctive circular silhouette of the Zero's.
He said they searched high and low for Zeros to put into flying condition, but couldn't come up with any. They were such a hated symbol of Japanese air power that wherever an example was encountered soon after the war, it was usually utterly destroyed by U.S. troops.
Now that I think of it, I vaguely recall a photo of a fairly intact Zero, half covered by jungle growth, somewhere in the Pacific, but I never saw one on land.
My buddies and I found a largely intact Zero in about 30 feet of water off the end of the runway at Roi-Namur, at the northern end of Kwajalein Atoll. We knew people who had dived Kwajalein lagoon since the beginning of scuba diving there, and no one had heard of it before. I was surprised it had been missed, but diving was generally better further from Roi.
The Zero was inverted on a white sand bottom. About the only serious damage was to the vertical tail fin, which was partly torn off. Further evidence that no one knew of it was that the machine guns in the wings were still there. They would have been prized by wreck looters. There was no visible debris from damage to the cockpit, but sand had settled in around it. We couldn't tell whether the pilot had made it out or not.
Back on the boat, we immediately agreed to keep quiet, until we notified the Base Commander, whose wife was an avid diver. He announced the find, along with a stern edict against looting.
I haven't asked anyone about its condition lately.
Further south along the west reef we found a debris field that began in deeper water and extended up onto the reef itself, maybe six feet of water at low tide. No one seemed to know about it either. Experts identified the plane as a Zero from photos of parts, but the only large pieces were from the engine and the landing gear. We looked for the guns, but never found them. We assumed someone had taken them and kept quiet about it.
At my parents' house fresh sea trout were prepared Texas style, filleted if they were that big, dredged in corn meal and fried in an iron skillet. Smaller ones were gutted, the scales scraped off, and fried whole except for the head, with the skin on, until the fins were crisp. Surplus trout that weren't given away were carefully frozen, and came to the table later as trout almondine.
Redfish are actually a good deal better to eat than speckled trout. My father agreed, but it was more challenging to catch trout, so that's what he went after, always with artificial lures, usually a simple chrome plated or polished bronze spoon, depending on the light and the clarity of the water.
I don't think I have ever tasted any trout, salt or freshwater, as sashimi.
RNJ
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Date Mar. 17 2016 23:44:59
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BarkellWH
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From: Washington, DC
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RE: Spanish Gastronomy (in reply to estebanana)
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At the end of the war the Zeros were being used as Kamikaze vehicles which might explain the rarity.
The Japanese began mounting kamikaze attacks in earnest in October 1944. They used skilled pilots during the early campaign, but too many were being shot down, and by the time of the U.S. amphibious assault against Okinawa on April 1, 1944, the Japanese were using novice pilots who, once airborne, were trained only to home in on a target. The Battle of Okinawa (April 1 - June 22, 1944) was the high point of the kamikaze attacks. The Japanese employed an estimated total of some 1,700 Zeros during the battle, approximately 80 percent flying out of Kyushu and 20 percent flying out of Formosa (now Taiwan). They suffered dreadful losses, but not before they wreaked havoc upon many U.S. naval vessels offshore that were their targets.
In my various trips and assignments to the Pacific islands over the years, I have seen several Zeros that had either been shot down or crashed in the jungle. In 1992, during an official trip to Micronesia, I visited Yap as part of my itinerary. A member of the Yapese Government spent a day with me trekking into the jungle, as well as a couple of villages. We came upon a Zero that was in amazingly good shape, given the tropical dampness and humidity over the years since World War II. Likewise, I have visited Peleliu several times during official assignments to Palau. On Peleliu, there is a Zero in the jungle that sustained heavy damage when it crashed after being shot down.
Regarding concrete bunkers and pillboxes, I have seen several on both Yap and Peleliu, as well as on a couple of atolls in the Marshall Islands. For anyone interested, in my opinion the best history of the final year of the war against Japan in the Pacific is entitled "Retribution: The Battle for Japan, 1944-1945," by the British military historian Max Hastings. Hastings is thorough, uses impeccable sources, and draws vivid portraits of the major commanders on all sides: MacArthur, Nimitz, Homma, Yamashita, and probably the finest commander of them all, British General William Slim, whose 14th Army spearheaded the advance in 1944 to drive the Japanese from Burma.
Bill
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Date Mar. 18 2016 16:48:58
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BarkellWH
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From: Washington, DC
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RE: Spanish Gastronomy (in reply to El Frijolito)
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Actually the quote is, "Poor New Mexico, so far from Heaven, so close to Texas." It is attributed to Manuel Armijo, then governor of the territory of Nuevo Mexico, 1841. Porfirio Diaz, to whom your variation of the quote is popularly attributed, would have been about 11 years old.
No one doubts the quote attributed to Manuel Armijo, Governor of New Mexico, in 1841. But that does not preclude Porfirio Diaz from having coined his variation at a later date: "Poor Mexico, so far from God, so close to the United States." Are you suggesting that Porfirio Diaz never coined the quote attributed to him? It is so widely quoted that it seems to me the burden of proof that he did not coin it lies on the naysayer. That both men coined the variation attributed to each is neither a mutually exclusive proposition nor a contradiction. Nevertheless, I would be interested in any evidence that Porfirio Diaz never coined the version attributed to him.
Bill
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Date Mar. 18 2016 17:16:09
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Escribano
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From: England, living in Italy
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RE: Spanish Gastronomy (in reply to BarkellWH)
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I don't know about either attribution but this thread is about Spanish Gastronomy guys.
This is my contribution, that combines "How Many Languages Do You Speak?" and this thread.
When I lived in a small village in Granada, my Spanish was solely picked up from my neighbours (so heavily Andalu). There were British ex-pats that I generally avoided but one or two might join me in the local bar, which had a very good restaurant on the ground floor.
After an excellent meal on night, one of the Brits asked me for a doggy bag to take the slow-cooked lamb (with local herbs) home. Whilst I was formulating the right way to ask, he says the waiter:
"Tienes una bolsa perro?" He had been living there for many years. I kid you not.
The other Brit (who was visiting the area) wanted a breakfast one day:
"Do you think they can do a fry-up like eggs, sausages, black pudding, bacon, maybe chips (fries) etc.?"
"Sure, they have a great desayuno alpujarreño with huevos, salchichas, morcilla y patatas fritas with a pimiento. Just drop the pimiento and perhaps they have some tocino" (though tocino is usually called bacon there).
"Nope, don't want that Spanish crap, I want eggs, sausages, black pudding, bacon and chips"
I had lived in an ex-pat ghetto in Almería for 5 years.
Face palm... not the only time this kind of thing happened to me and I was certainly not fluent.
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