Ingredients

• 1/2 pound Hot Chorizo
• 1 whole Medium Onion, Finely Diced
• 2 whole SMALL Bell Peppers (any Color Combination), Seeded And Finely Diced
• 1 pound Monterey Jack, Grated (OR Mozzarella, Or Other Stringy Melting Cheese), Grated
• Sprinkle Of Chili Powder
• 3 whole Roma Tomatoes, Diced
• 1/4 cup Cilantro, Chopped
• Tortilla Chips For Serving

Mountains of Honduras from "The Breach"

Brazilian Fish Stew.

It seems like every culture with a coastline has their version of a seafood stew. The French have bouillabaise, the Portuguese bacalhoada, New England "chowdah" and San Francisco cioppino. In Brazil, they make moqueca (pronounced "mo-KEH-kah"), a stew made with fish, onions, garlic, tomatoes, cilantro, and in the northern state of Bahia, coconut milk. My first encounter with moqueca was a salmon version of the stew prepared by Brazilian blogger Fernanda of Chucrute com Salsicha. So good! We love making fish stew, but had never thought to use a base of coconut milk. Since then, every Brazilian I've met, when the conversation turns to food (as it invariably does), their eyes light up at the mention of moqueca.

News Update: Saturday Edition

Welcome to a New Post that I'm calling "Saturday Edition" Hope your familiar with my blog and enjoy the new look. What's new with me you might ask well, I found a new blog called Belizean Journeys that I will be submitting some of my Belizean stories to. My latest work is centered around the character of my eight year old step daughter Trinity. It's a field trip to the Capital Belmopan and the Xunantunich ruins (Stone Maiden) in San Jose Succotz, about thirty miles away. This trip is so exciting and the research is fascinating. I just discovered a Butterfly Farm not to far away and Trinity is all giggles about that possibility. Anyway, I should have that editorial finished up soon and I will post it there after. If anyofyou, (it's a new word), know Barnacle Bill, buy him a Belikin and and tell him, "Get out of the Bat Cave once in a while". He's a Fucking Riot..... I apologize Mrs. Barn, but when I get there Billy and I are going on a Runner.... Good Times.....  Peace.....

Gone Sailing, Be Back at Hurricane Season

Green Living Tip # 101. Always Listen to Your Mother... Nature

Book Review

Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

Tropic of Cancer is set in 1934 Paris. This is a marvelous book of prose. The reading is trifle, struggling and awkwardly random. Yet, it’s this type of writing that Henry embraces. As you engross yourself with Miller's writings you realize just what our founding fathers were striving not to let America become. Although in my opinion using France or any other country as a blueprint of what not to do, it's easy to see why the U.S. misses its mark miserably. America has had no great wars, no great ruins, no great scholars, therefore no great history. Miller shows us why America's great poets like J.D. Salinger and himself were not accepted for their illustriousness until some two decades after their works were released. Millers motto comes off as such, “I will never proof read another line. I write what I write and nothing more.” Or “Every word has been written, every great book published, my efforts are a complete waste of time.” Today the world falls into a haze of “Reality TV”. A reality that is the furthest thing from Reality. But to follow Henry on his adventures opens up the mind to centuries of lost art, lost souls, lost love… To appreciate the works of the 16th to the early 20th century is to appreciate what writing is, a little slice of history before the industrialization era drove mans intellectual promise straight into the ground. Henry Miller. Artist Extraordinaire.

Faux in the Rough

  Bell Town. What a faux in the rough. A town with no citizens. Only loggers and shop keeps, whores, bouncers, and stuffed shirts. I say it again. There are no citizens of Bell Town. Only passers by who refuse to leave, mothers who refuse to divorce, fathers who refuse to be loyal, cheating on their wives with a mistress they call boss. Milkmen who feed, and breed, and populate this town with bastards from exotic planets. Erotic planets, that are only a short drive through the cosmic dust kicked up by the inter-celestial logging trucks of days past, to the galaxy of “Strip-Bar.” Milkmen who supply this town with spoiled, tainted milk from planet “Lap Dance.” Milk tainted with the sedatives prescribed by the fathers of milkmen, who increase their knowledge with college, and turn like Dr. Frankenstein, on the villagers below. Unleashing monsters of repetitveness and comfort and relaxation. Citizens, drink the milk, warm it at night, feed it to the kitties, give chocolate milk to the children.  Drink, drink, drink, the milkman’s nectar, and you to will never leave this town, ever. . . Steer clear passers by. The Doctor is in, giving health cards to the macabre, nefarious, strippers. I love this town. . . It’s so medium rare steak and eggs, over easy, with hot buttery toast, and a big glass of cold milk.

Welcome to the Jungle . . .

Hi. Well now, I was searching the internet and ran across my article "Feeling so Green on this Great Big Blue." Very Cool. "VictorPrescod"  From "tweetmeme" Posted it. Thanks a Million Vic. I would appreciate Followers and/or comments. I almost gave up on posting more of my writings and such. The www seams so big. I'll add more links today. Or if your Artsy, check out my profile. Travel-Tramp is a little looser. I'm soon to be off on my next great adventure, and the stories I will relate should keep you surfing back to this site. Again Thanks to Everyone who takes the time to read my jibberishnessly.  Smile. . . If we All do it  Together the World will be a Better Place. . .

Wahoo Fish Tacos mmmmm.....

Feeling so Green on this Great Big Blue

  Whew. Lordy It's hot. I should Probably be wearin' my deck shoes instead of carrying

them. Although I never thought I would be sporting one of these sombrero style straw

hats, the protection it offers my head and shoulders is priceless. These hats are woven

locally and at a mere 10 Belize dollars, $5 US dollars, they are well worth the investment.

  I must admit, the feeling of the aged, sun warped wooden pier under my toes, brought

back childhood memories of summers at the beach in the States. As I stroll down this

weathered wharf, towards my sailboat, the harbor shining like diamonds, I'm reminded of

the locals gathered this morning at the Secret Garden Restaurant & Cafe. I'm not

reminded so much of their conversation or the silky smooth taste of the regional coffee

beans freshly brewed, but I'm reminded, of their ripened skin, like this grainy dock, cured

and creased by years of sun. The locals were quite an entertaining bunch as they sipped

their morning Americana's or Cappuccinos in this shaded palm tree setting. The Secret

Garden is a hidden gem, I must say. An eatery with breath taking views. It's only a few

blocks from both my bungalow and the dock. Not only is it convenient, but a must visit

for local cuisine or icy cold refreshments on this Caribbean peninsula. You could also

swing in Yoli' s, the Lagoon House, Omar's Creole Grub or the Cozy Comer for an ice

cold Belikin Beer, which is a local favorite brewed here in Belize and is by far my choice

to stock onboard the boat.

  As I approach the moorage I spy my beautiful wife, Loriel, preparing our 50' sloop

"Jealacy" for a day of navigating the Turquoise waters under today's spectacular Sapphire

skis. Loriel is as beautiful now as the day I laid eyes on her. Frankly, the little yellow

bikini she is parading is a bit more revealing than the racy waitress outfit she was bearing

when we met years ago. A heavenly sight she is. Her smile is as big as her heart.

  While I was sipping coffee this morning, she ventured out alone through the village of

Palencia to shop, Palencia is in the Stann Creek District of Belize. The Locals have much

to offer in sidewalk shopping or swing into the Splash Dive Shop, it's infamous for it's

hospitality, (mon). This beach town is very safe for a solo outing. The bright yellow

bikini adorning her is the fruits of her venture. Did I mention the distraction of her

beauty?

  Anyhow, this is our first year as 'yachties", and she is as passionate about green living as

I. Although we have a diesel engine onboard, we also have solar panels and a wind mill

for charging our batteries. We prefer sails to propel us, but the engine is a safe backup in

a pinch.

  We have no agenda, no time lines, no goals, only our eyes wide open to God's gracious

treasures. We very well could find ourselves anchored in a cove to swim, sun and fish the

time away. Nothing in life can compare to snorkeling the warm waters for fresh seafood

or walking a deserted beach, collecting colorful sea shells or unique beach woods. Loriel

makes little trinkets to send home to loved ones or pass on to new found friends. Exotic

fruits and wild Orchids are just a stones throwaway in the abundant and lush jungle. It's a

short dinghy ride in the peaceful and quiet bay back to our boat. Then, it's shrimp, lobster

or maybe even calamari for a quick turn on the bobby. My personal favorite is a pesticide

free fruit salad and a beautiful flower display gathered from the tree line, accompanied by

a fine wine and roasted coconut. We prefer a sweet/dry selection. Red or white?

Decisions, decisions.

  With no regrets we cuddle up on the aft cushions to watch the suns orange glow play in

the Mayan Mountains. Sunset in the Caribbean is like a big Jell-O bowl in the sky, and

just in time for desert. As soft music drifts from our keel. we will no doubt will make a

few waves of our own. I love her.

  Well now, I'm a bit ahead of myself.

  As we cast off from the dock. "Puba-duh, puba-duh, puba-dah", the diesel engine eases

us in the direction of our adventure. Enough of the engine, I think as I silence it. We hoist

our sails, (this truly is my nirvana), and Jealacy rolls to port side and flirts with Mother

Natures powerful demeanor. The sails stop luffing and fill with the cool sea breeze, the

warm wooden wheel in my hand, I've plotted a course South today, and away we go

down the Mayan Jungle coast. Not specific as to our destination, the salt air blowing

through her hair, Loriel looks back at me from the bow, smiling like a school girl, and

yells. "Captain, show me something I don't know".

  Life is great.

  Hey, if you ever chart your course in our direction, be it by sea or by land, swing into the

Secret Garden Cafe and ask as to the whereabouts of Harley and Loriel. I'll be the one in

the Hawaiian print shorts, straw hat hanging behind me from its wind strings, a margarita

in one hand and worn deck shoes in the other. We would be more than happy to show you

and yours why "Sailing Green is Paradise".

G-Day Mate. Lordy. Technology has been Bending Me Over The Last Week. Things are Looking Up now though. Check out My Links. "Finding a Sailboat to hop on for free", Way Cool, And "Go Green Travel Green" is interesting, Not enough info out there on green living and travel for my liking. I Work hard on these Links for You. . . CHECK THEM OUT. If I had My Way, which I usually Always Do, I would be helping out in Haiti right now. I called the Red Cross. No great demand for Blood, Yet. I couldn't believe she told me that. Someone put Me on a flight, I hear there is a shortage of Drivers. I Can Drive Anything. . . I would love to help Rebuild Haiti. I'm also working on a Book Review for you right now. Probably Hemingway, The Old Man & The Sea. I'll Keep Ya Posted. Til Then. . . .

 As the Coconuts Drop is a hella cool sight for anyone interested in Belize. Bungalows are available for next to nothing and the views look very relaxing. Just the thing for forgetting all those holiday stresses.
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