Since I am such a terrible blogger
I am going to try some trivial things that I am more comfortable with rather
than the more weighty, serious matters or our mission. The first one I will
tackle is the broom. I have not figured out how to make one work.
Let me first explain a little of my
feelings for dirt, and more specifically, lint. If there was a world market for
lint, Brazil would be the world leader in production and distribution if they
could figure out the collection part of it, and that is where the broom comes
in. When we first got here I actually tried to use a broom and was and am still
completely incompetent. Brooms here in Brazil, at least all brooms I have seen,
are manufactured much like any broom, with one difference. The ends of the bristles
are frayed. When using the broom you will notice that the dirt that you can see
on the floor disappears as the broom passes over much like we are used to, but
rather than a pile of dirt when you pick up the broom you will find that the
dirt is collected in those frayed bristles. Oh ho you say what a wonderful
invention, but you quickly realize that they also have dust pans here and
wonder why you need a dust pan if the broom does all the work. Well obviously
the dust pan is for the more weighty objects that are not sucked up by the
frayed bristles. So now you use the dust pan to collect those objects and this
is where you realize the problem. While trying to move those objects into the
dust pan the lighter objects are dislodged from the fray and relocated, not
into the dust pan, but back on the floor. I am sure it is my lack of experience
in the cleaning department but after eight months the best way I have found to
finish the job of sweeping is to pick the lint from the broom with my fingers
and deposit it in the trash and then use the broom to push the other items in
to the dust pan.
Lint collection system. We need a way to remove lint from the collector. |
The other thing I wanted to talk
about is Pine Nuts but not just any pine nut, the nut I want to show you is the
nut of the Araucária tree, which is the tree on previous blogs that I like so
much. Our first experience came when one
of the youth in the branch went to work on a farm in the interior. Hmmm let me
explain interior. The municipality of Prudentópolis has a defined area much
like our counties and the entire state of Paraná is divided into these counties.
The county has one main city that has the same name as the county and many
small towns within the county. So we live in Prudentopolis the city and anyone
that lives outside of the boundaries of the city are said to be from the
interior. So in other words anyone from the exterior of the city is from the
interior, and that is where our member went to work and he brought back some
pine nuts for us and you see a picture of one below.
This is a pine nut in the husk |
We were told to simply boil the
nuts but not how long to boil so we went for 20 minutes and they were ok but
they could have use some salt. Our next experience was with a street vender
that offered 2 lbs of nuts for a dollar so I purchased them and tried boiling
them in salt water you could not taste much salt, but when a member of the
branch found out how much I had paid he was disgusted and so when we went to
visit him at his home in the interior he treated us to a pine roast. The
roasting was done by spreading the nuts over dried evergreen boughs and if you
have ever started a fire with dried fire
had died down a bit he picked up the lid, poured the nuts and ashes into a
screen and began tossing everything into the air to sift out the ash from the
nuts and then we carried it into the house and began feasting. The husks,
unlike our boiled version, broke away from the seed a little easier but since
it was char broiled it was quite messy. He demonstrated an easier way to get at
the seed which included biting away the husk but I was not ready to blacken my
teeth and mouth in mixed company just to eat seeds.
Thyago Mehl went with us to make sure we returned the family car we borrowed. |
Dario dos Santos, our host. |
Graca our hostess. |
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