Good morning and thank you for joining me once again on Whimsical Wednesday when anything goes..wherever my thoughts take me or when something stops me in my tracks and makes think or when something just wows me…
National Tequila Day returns July 24 to celebrate your favourite Mexican spirit. Whether you take your tequila silver or gold, with lime and salt or as a margarita …Enjoy!
Did you know? William Archibald Spooner was along serving Oxford Don who was renowned for his absentmindedness he was the master at muddling his words and that is how the phrase “a spoonerism” came about.
Peter Sellers...A Master impressionist Peter Sellers was born Richard Henry Sellers on September 8, 1925, in Southsea, Hampshire, England. His parents, Agnes (Peg) and Bill Sellers, called him Peter in memory of his stillborn older brother. Sellers’ parents were vaudeville entertainers, and at two days old, Sellers was carried onto the stage at King’s Theatre. He spent his childhood travelling the vaudeville circuit, where he gained a fondness for entertaining and a desire to succeed beyond the realm of vaudeville.
The Goon Show was a favourite in many households…Even Buckingham Palace as Prince Charles was a huge fan of The Goon Show’s surreal radio sketches, starring Sir Harry Secombe, Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers and Michael Bentine, since his school days and reveals how he could once mimic all the characters they created.
After appearing in over 60 films as well as on numerous radio and television shows throughout his career, Sellers died of a heart attack on July 24, 1980. Displaying his unending sense of humour, the comic said good-bye with one last joke. At Sellers’ request, the song “In The Mood” was played at his funeral, a tune that he hated. According to biographer Roger Lewis, Sellers had told his son Michael that the song was “wonderfully inappropriate – hence, wonderfully appropriate – for solemn occasions.”
On this day in 1969, we saw the safe landing of Apollo 11 as it splashes down in the Pacific Ocean…History was made…I remember us all huddling around our TV set…Just awestruck…Wow so long ago…
Time for a Short Story…By Carol Ann Taylor…
The Pink Ape.
While on a writers retreat we were given prompts and 25 minutes to write: Uruguay, Retired Prostitute and Gracious. These were my first prompts…. for the second prompts I received “Who is that colourful character.”
This trip was to Koh Panyee a village floating on the water, supported on bamboo stilts.
I have used the theme of the Pink ape throughout two different exercises and have merged them into one story. I hope you like it…
Greta was en-route from Uruguay after a particularly arduous, fruitless trek through the forest lands bordering the Uruguay River on yet another frustrating excursion. No Pink Ape anywhere to be seen.
Ever since Greta had read an article in a wildlife magazine about Jungle Jim and his search for the Pink Ape she had fantasized that she would be the first to find him. Jungle Jim’s father had spotted and nearly captured The Pink Ape in the early ’50s and on one expedition his father had disappeared without a trace. As soon as Jungle Jim finished his schooling he packed his rucksack and started his search, hoping to find his father and the Pink Ape. Since reading this Greta had contacted Jungle Jim and had been funding his trips ever since.
It was now becoming an expensive pastime or indeed Greta was in her own words becoming obsessed; intent on being the first person to find a Pink Ape.
Jungle Jim though appeared to be on a mission, involving relieving her of her hard-earned cash as fast as he could. Time after time she found she was on another wild goose chase.
Greta gracious to the last could not get angry with Jim but her ever-decreasing bank balance was plummeting downwards at great speed.
Bump! The plane landed. Walking across the hot, melting tarmac, the sun blazing down she saw Jungle Jim waiting.
“Greta, I have another great lead, this one’s a dead cert.”
“Come on Jim, no more, I have no funds left for another trip.”
“This one’s kosher, a definite sighting.”
Greta sighed….A Pink Ape.
The widow of one of the world’s richest men and now it was all nearly gone on her quest. Greta, however, was not one to give up.
Imagine the headline…..widow of John. D. Rocking chair finds elusive “Pink Ape”
The ringing of her phone interrupted her thoughts “Hello”…she listened…sighed….” How much? Where?”
One must do what one must do to find the Pink Ape, she thought.
Shelving her quest for a while on her return Greta decided to join a group of friends on a Writers Retreat for some much-needed relaxation and writing.
Annie the host had organized trips out and other innovative ways of stretching their imaginations. It worked. The little band of scribes wrote, the words flowing from their pens.
The writers had workshops on the beach, watched slides, picked words from an envelope, closed their eyes and stabbed their fingers to somewhere randomly on a map. All of this inspired the writers to write and write they did with abandon.
Today Greta and her writer friends were going to Koh Panyee a village floating on the sea, the houses supported on bamboo stilts, another inspirational trip.
The day began with yoga and breakfast, Greta’s was a Thai omelette and a fruit platter, and soon it was time to go.
A slightly overcast day, grey and black clouds chasing each other across the sky as the writers set off on another adventure, a trip to get their thoughts flowing, exciting, so much fun. Into the bus, they clambered chattering away like magpies. Soon they arrived at Sarasin Bridge, through the checkpoint, leaving the island of Phuket behind. The tour guide Toon told tales of lovers who jumped into those waters many years ago. A story of forbidden love ending tragically is the bridges most legendary love story.
Just as in that other famous tale of forbidden love, Romeo & Juliet, the lovers made their way to Sarasin Bridge and with a loincloth, they tethered themselves to each other, one last emotional clinch and they jumped. When their bodies were finally recovered, it is said that they were still locked in their deathly lovers embrace.
Arriving at the port the writers alighted from the bus, trooped across the dusty road, a quick wee-wee and some impromptu hat shopping. Time to go, some climbing awkwardly, particularly Greta, on to the boat, ready for the journey, away they chugged, spray refreshing on their faces; towards their destination.
Calm and peaceful they passed imposing limestone karsts rising majestically out of the emerald- green sea; on the opposite banks, a total contrast was Mango swamps eerie but beautiful. Greta shivered involuntarily imagining snakes and who knows what else lurking within. Maybe even a Pink Ape.
Suddenly the village appeared, brightly coloured shacks mixing with others, weathered and worn. Wandering through little Soi’s delighting at the beautiful pearls fashioned into necklaces, bracelets and earrings, dried fish, spicy, sweet mixes, wooden carvings of elephants. Those frogs that made a croaking sound when you ran the stick down its back, beautiful batiks lovingly fashioned, much to see and delight at.
Amongst it all daily life meandered slowly alongside, men mending fishing nets, old ladies asleep in the doorways of their house or chattering in little groups, small boys laughing and swimming in the murky water below us, while Greta just imagined what dangers lurked in those same waters.
What was that? A quick movement had caught her eye, was that a flash of pink?
Greta turned. Nothing!
The air hot, humid; Greta’s need for water and sustenance was now a must, Greta made her way over uneven boards to a small restaurant to join her fellow writers. Plate after plate of delicious food was carried out to their table by a smiling Thai lady.
Tummy’s full of curried crab, prawns, fried rice and morning glory, fingers smelling of that curry, but, Oh, What fun to eat.
Sadly, the time had come to leave this village floating on bamboo poles; rain which had threatened to fall all day finally came down. Moving inside the restaurant to escape the downpour the gang of scribe’s people watched and dreamed of what they would write. Suddenly a small child unable to get his way erupted…what a tantrum, his mother tried to reason with him, that didn’t work and then exasperated she smacked him…Did he stop? Oh No! He was in full flight.
Along came daddy, picked him up and cuddled him. Mum’s face was a picture and one which those of us with children could relate too…Oh Yes!
The rain had eased, into the boat they climbed, tired, ready for the journey home. Skillfully navigating the receding waters, the long tail boat moved swiftly with its now-familiar chugging sound, they were homeward bound. How busy this channel was now, lots of boats backwards and forwards, happy tourists, waving at all and sundry.
The tide now low, exposing the roots of the mangroves, creepy and beautiful.
Settling back, totally relaxed… A flash of pink caught Greta’s eye.
Sitting, waving from a gnarled branch was Jungle Jim the ever-elusive Pink Ape draped around his neck!
Time for some music…
July 1965 and Bob Dylan released ” Like a Rolling Stone” …Fast forward to 1984 and we have George Michael and “Careless Whisper both to me iconic songs and both have invoked precious memories…
That must have been so awesome to watch live…I am envious of anyone who did…Did you?
Just in case...You may have skipped past that bit…I have limes in abundance now where is that bottle of…Tequila!
It’s National Tequila Day! Just saying
Lastly carrying on with the theme...If you have been reading you will know…haha…
Thai crab curry is a wonderful thing and has to be eaten with your hands which will smell of curry for a while afterwards but leave you with a feeling of satisfaction which is amazing.
1 Large crab ( 2.5-3lbs)
1 1/2 cups spring onions and coriander chopped
2tbsp garlic rough chopped
1 egg beaten
1tbsp roasted chilli in oil(prik pao)
1/2 cup of milk or coconut milk
1/4 tsp Thai pepper powder
1tbsp Waugh’s curry powder
2tbsp Oyster sauce
3/4 cup of water.
Wash and clean crab, remove the shell and internal organs. Chop into large pieces.
In a small bowl mix milk, egg and chilli paste. Set aside.
Heat oil over medium heat add the garlic and cook for 1-2 minutes.
Add crab and stir then add curry powder. Stir well and add water. Cook for 5 minutes. Pour in egg and Oyster sauce stirring until the egg mixture is cooked then cook 6-8 mins or until crab is cooked.
Add spring onions and coriander stir well and add Thai chilli oil. Sprinkle with Thai pepper powder.
Transfer crab to a serving dish and serve with steamed rice.
And as it is National Tequila day crab curry would be a great way to help the Tequila down…Don’t you think????
Thank you for reading my whimsical ramblings I do hope you enjoyed and it bought back some memories…Tequila! xxx
About Carol Taylor:
Enjoying life in The Land Of Smiles I am having so much fun researching, finding new, authentic recipes both Thai and International to share with you. New recipes gleaned from those who I have met on my travels or are just passing through and stopped for a while. I hope you enjoy them.
I love shopping at the local markets, finding fresh, natural ingredients, new strange fruits and vegetable ones I have never seen or cooked with. I am generally the only European person and attract much attention and I love to try what I am offered and when I smile and say Aroy or Saab as it is here in the north I am met with much smiling.
Some of my recipes may not be in line with traditional ingredients and methods of cooking but are recipes I know and have become to love and maybe if you dare to try you will too. You will always get more than just a recipe from me as I love to research and find out what other properties the ingredients I use contain to improve our health and wellbeing.
The environment is also something I am passionate about and there will be more on this on my blog this year
Exciting for me hence the title of my blog, Retired No One Told Me! I am having a wonderful ride and don’t want to get off, so if you wish to follow me on my adventures, then welcome! I hope you enjoy the ride also and if it encourages you to take a step into the unknown or untried, you know you want to…….Then, I will be happy!
More and more of my blogging friends have joined me on MeWe…A social media site which is fairly new and which promises much without the restrictions some other social media sites are choosing to impose on many of us…Join me if you will on mewe.com/i/caroltaylor3
Carol is a contributor to the Phuket Island Writers Anthology: https://www.amazon.com/Phuket-Island-Writers-Anthology-Stories-ebook/dp/B00RU5IYNS
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Thank you once again for reading this post I hope you all have a creative week ahead xx