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Showing posts with label philippines. quezon. Show all posts

26 December 2009

Baiting the Mud Crab


Quezon sinantol with a claw from a mangrove crab.

Mangroves are great. Serving as mediators between water and land, they provide for a rich ecosystem and a unique way of life that straddles both surfaces. I live in an area that was once a mangrove system, but now "developed" into something of a peri-urban mess.


The still waters of Infanta.


Everyone's got a boat in the shared garage.

However, in the still waters of brackish Quezon, the mangroves still present the opportunity for a sort of hybrid between farming and wildcrafting-- a set-up where nature puts in much of the energy into a sort of muddy, aquatic forest, and man manages the process.


Bait guy by the tiny dock.

Mud crabs or alimango are cultivated in pens around the nipa groves, with open slats to ensure the flow of water and nutrients.



Their whole life is not with the crab "farmer" though. The "seeds" or young crab are caught around the mangrove using cages with bait. Small fish that have no market value are caught from the river and prepared for attachment to the nylon cage.


With a wastewood chopping board.


Taking a bunch of tiny fish...


... and hacking them to chunks for easier inhalation by hungry mud crabs.


Tying on to the cage.


Tied up and ready to go in the nylon room of eventual captivity.

The cages are submerged and mud crabs collected when they enter. They are transferred to pens and fed "waste" fish of little commercial value, kitchen waste, snails, entrails, and sometimes coconut. After only about 15 days, their price at the market would have increased, as they are heavier and more succulent than their purely wild brethren.


The bamboo cages along the waterway.

The pens look unobtrusive and even beautiful, due to their materials and gentle repetition. Like the methods that employ them, they fit in with their natural setting, and have short feedback loops that can inform of abuse or exploitation.

Though I don't eat crabs, I enjoy thinking about the grace of a system like this. As opposed to the "brute force" of factory farms, which apply so much energy and chemicals in producing an egg-to-drumstick chickens and whatnot, societies that are supported by mature ecosystems like mangroves and forests can "outsource" some of the processes to nature-- reproduction, birth, some feeding, and a lot of the cleaning of the pens.


Children playing Chinese garter by the crab pens.

A few days in captivity is not very taxing on energy systems, human effort, and the animal. To improve on these systems is something local governments should prioritize, instead of declaring them primitive. Likewise, to translate our fascination into workable lessons we can apply in our own lives, and to give communities pride in their ways of life, is something we should all prioritize.

23 November 2009

Color


Videoke bar/house in quezon, crazy combination of yero, sawali, bamboo slats, old, unpainted balusters.

Something I miss when I'm out of the country-- the straight-up, simple, "I just want a colorful house" house.


Vertical stripes in Manila.

16 November 2009

Laid Out


Ten peso empanadas...


And the husband of the woman who makes them.


Drying fish.


Drying peanuts.

01 November 2009

Panaderia


Ready for the oven.

Panaderias, Philippine dispensers of one non-sweet variety (pan de sal, which is getting increasingly sweet these days, actually), and numerous toothache-inducing sorts. Ever stepped in one?


Guardians of the bread.


The males in the back using a general batter for milky hamburger buns. Guy in Che Guevara shirt, one in every town of the world.


Rolling into balls.


Trays of monay on the floor.


Burger buns in the oven.


Beautiful racks and repetition.




Droppin bread on table for sorting.


Sorting different varieties and putting on trays.


Plastic bags of varying sizes hanging from the table side.


Consumers.

10 March 2009

Garden Denizens


Panty-view.

Things found in Philippine gardens: grottos and dwarves/gnomes. I was always mystified by the little ones, and slightly scared of the Mama Ms. Go far enough outside of Manila and you'll see stretches of shops selling oversized flowers and dwarves.

While spotting the above assemblage along the road in Quezon, a friend told me of his aunt's creepy garden, a combination of both sorts: Mama Mary and the Seven Dwarves. Sounds like a perfect representation of our native belief system indeed, with our faith and fears built around statues and duendes-- and appeasing said statues and duendes with food, kind words, etc.

27 February 2009

Larong Goma


The underdog is evident as their band collections are wrapped around the top of their palms.

Quezon again. We chanced upon these kids playing a game with goma (rubber bands) on a flat piece of plywood outside their home. It is like the goma version of pick-up sticks! It is interesting to watch children go about a game, not speaking and with ease. The proportions of their paraphernalia are suited to their size, and they show a dexterity that has not the grace of older ladies. There's a video at the bottom that's worth a peek at.


Setting up one bunch, with equal contributions of rubber bands from both parties.


Setting up a second batch so they could go right in after the first round.


After palming the bunch (to make sure the bands are firm into each other for a challenge), they get right on to flicking the bands off.


Whichever bands get separated from the bunch can be kept by the flicker.


The undisputed queen of larong goma.


Such a beautiful and intimidating way to keep the heads you hunt.

25 February 2009

Quezon Suman


Are you buying just the same volume as long suman, for more pesos?

I am still dreaming about Quezon suman. This one is simple, with glutinous rice and coconut milk wrapped in banana leaves. But small-- like finger-length small. Not too sweet, not too large, cooked to just the right firmness. Perfect for road trips and long walks.


Beside a glutinous cake with margarine. Pass.


Newspaper.

24 February 2009

Haircut


A bit off the side...

Some kids are difficult at the barbershop, but this one was fast asleep during an al fresco haircut, despite the chatter of the ladies at the sari-sari store.


Some powder...


A naked razor for more precision...


I was waiting for the kid to wake up to cause mayhem. Alas, no action.

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