Story-teller, Carolina Quiroga, who uis from Columbia via USA, Janashared some latin tales with the children of Samara yesterday at the Natural Center. Presented in Spanish, it was also good practice for those of us who are still earning the language.
Jana Siimes entertained us during intermission with her soprano saxophone.
Carolina was a pleasure to watch as she engaged the children with her animated expressions and brought them into the stories she told. This event is part of the Festival International Puro Cuento and presented here by Festival Arte Samara. Events like these are precious in Samara. We thank Festival Arte Samara, who brings something fun to town about once a month.
In Costa Rica, Spring precedes Winter. We might be seeing right now the first signs of the coming rainy season. Rising humidity – we’ve 4 cloudy starless nights in a row – and precipitation – Tina says it rained the other day in Santo Domingo, just 4 klicks away but I didn’t feel a drop – have encouraged the trees to bloom.
The Sandal is usually the first and easily recognizable with its clumps of small salmon colored blossoms, possibly my favorite.
The Roble Sabana – Pink Trumpet tree – comes in white and pink with trumpet flowers on a dark striated bark. I always thought these were two different trees until I took a closer look.
But a third one, quite rare, had me baffled – bright fuschia. Maybe you’ve seen it on the way to Nicoya, west side of the road. I can’t find it in any of Steve’s books.
Closer examination solved the mystery, I think.
It’s actually a Verenero – Bougainvillea vine – wrapped around an Indio Desnudo – Naked Indian tree. Huh?!
The other surprise is that all of these trees, that usually come into flower in succession over the Spring weeks, are all blooming at once this year. Even the bright yellow Cortez Amarrillo – Yellow Cortez – and the flaming red Malinche – Poinciana – have open flowers right now. What does that portend for our coming Invierno – Winter?
It seems like everyone was involved in last Saturday’s cleanup of the village of El Torito and Playa Carrillo. Busloads of volunteers from UNA (Univerisida Nacional de Costa Rica) and Florida (our local bottler) collected trash and garbage from roadsides and yards. The idea is to eliminate places for standing water and breeding potential for mosquitos.
The volunteers and staff came back on Monday to continue their work in Sámara. Garbage trucks from the Municipalidad hauled it all away. This is what a “national emergency” looks like in Costa Rica: funds for equipment, gasoline, lunch, garbage bags and gloves.
And lots of volunteers.
Thank-you to all who helped.
Buche de Noel
My Steve was born on Christmas Day and since I love all things French, I decide long ago that his birthday cake would be a Buche de Noel – his middle name is even Noel. I don’t think I ever asked him if there was some other kind of cake he preferred or even if he liked chocolate cake. A buche it is.
When we lived up north, I had a several successful attempts. Over the years, I’ve learned to make an acceptable genoise and a pretty good ganache. Whipped cream, butter, and dark chocolate, how can you go wrong? I’ve even carried the cake to other family members’ homes with few problems.
But baking in Costa Rica is a whole different animal. First, there’s no such thing here as “heavy” cream for whipping. There’s only ultra-processed cream-like liquid in a tetra pak. I don’t think it has any butter fat in it. I do my best by getting it really cold. I even chill the metal bowl and the beaters. But it’s 85 degrees in my kitchen on Christmas Day and nothing stays cold for long. With the oven on, I just have to take my pants off, wishing I was 25 again and that someone might appreciate this view. Every year, as I struggle to get the mousse to firm up and the ganache to stay on the rolled cake, I beg to Steve to shoot me if I even threaten to try it again next year.
Mine didn’t even look this good.
Yesterday, we rigged up a support system of ice and wedges in the Styrofoam cooler – pre-chilled, of course – to transport what should be a simple dessert to the dinner venue. I cringed with shame as I set the mess on the table in front of my friends. But after tasting it, they raved and begged me to make it again next year. Really, how can you go wrong with dark chocolate, butter and cream? Maybe I’ll just put it in a bowl next year with a dozen spoons for passing.
Say that three times fast and you’ll begin to know what it sounds like around the house at dusk these days.
I think the Chacalacas are mating, although I can’t explain the menage a trois.
Costa Rica is in the middle of a drought, like just about everyone else on the Pacific Coast, but there is still some good news in the natural world.
The Olive Ridley turtles appear to be getting stronger. On our morning walk on Carrillo Beach this morning, just 4 km from Casa Mango and Casa Papaya, we encountered a hatch.