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MATANSA - A DYING TRADITION - IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE We got up very early one Friday morning before Christmas - mostly because my seven year old son came rushing into my bedroom at 6.30am saying "Come on Mummy we??ve got to go to the Matansa!!!" He was so excited and had struggled to sleep the night before AND had got up an hour early ???.. but I got up all the same after a little cuddle in bed and didn??t bother showering as I figured I was likely to get a bit dirty during the course of the day???. Ho ho ho little did she know ??? ! We arrived at the house of Solidad and her husband Antonio just before 8am. They have three adult children Antonio Maria and Ana (whose Matansa is next Friday). For them the Matansa is a very old tradition a necessary and utterly unemotional process - having needed to do it over and over during their lifetimes in order to eat meat. For me having never in my life done more than wring a pheasant??s neck I really didn??t know if I would be able to handle it or not but knew that I felt it my duty to go to be there for Zack who wanted hugely to be there and to help where I could. Matansa comes from the Spanish verb Matar - to Kill. It is the annual kill of pigs still carried out by many rural families who believe in clean food healthy living conditions for animals and simply don't have the wealth of the modern world for their equivalent of a "Tesco" shop. I felt that as it is a crucial aspect to the heritage of this area I needed to witness it no matter how much I found it "hard to take". We followed seven seriously big men and another five women out the back of the barn and down into the olive groves where under a big tree was a pen about 5m x 3m within which were 2 huge pigs and four smaller ones. Zack and I stayed well out of the way armed with the camera as I was official photographer for the day. I then watched as these seven men worked VERY hard to get one pig sectioned off from the others in order to bring it out of the pen. They do it by looping a rope around the upper jaw - which the pig doesn??t like and so starts to squeal - loudly. I then saw a glint out of the corner of my eye and realised that Juliana was holding a very substantial double bladed diamond shaped knife at the ready. My heart was quite literally leaping inside my chest but I knew I couldn??t run at this stage - we had committed and so I switched my focus from how nervous I felt to the pig and what was about to happen - and so I prayed for her and profoundly thanked her ??????.. It took seven men and two women a difficult struggling minute to get the immense squealing pig from all fours onto its side on the pig bench at which point and not a second wasted very swiftly the knife did it??s job at the base of the front of the neck. Juliana was at the feet of the pig with a large plastic bucket to catch the blood that surprisingly rapidly spent itself beating it vigorously with her hands to prevent it from coagulating - this blood is essential to the Andalucians who turn it into the most delicious Morcilla - black pudding effectively but mixed with onion special pork fat from around the intestinal tract a dozen or more different spices red black and sweet pepper and a LOT of garlic. So the kill the way the animal is sacrificed is of immense importance even if it is for the newcomer a pretty vivid and "in your face" experience. Within an hour the men had brought this pig into the shed scraped the 4 inch long fur off by pouring boiling water over every millimetre of the beast prior to scraping and scraping with knives bringing them out in a muck sweat it was such vigorous work; removed the head cleanly and strung the beast up on a large double sided ladder ready for butchering. At which point we all went back out to the pig pen for sacrifice number two - which went smoothly other than the fact that this pig clearly realised what was coming having listened to its sister live and die that morning and so made even more noise. Once the kill was over it was absolutely non stop for the next two days. The next most important job is to remove the intestines completely intact in order that the women can set about emptying them (including the stomach) and rigorously cleaning them in order that they become the "skin" of the morcilla salchich??n and chorizo. The morcilla (made with blood) is the most crucial of all the jobs as they have to be made the same day as the kill otherwise the blood turns and is completely wasted. And when I found out that we were making 67 kilos of morcilla (enough for a year for this small family) I realised they had their work cut out for them. It took about 4 hours to simply clean the guts to the satisfaction of the women working - turned inside out they are washed three times in home made soap and then five times in a mixture of salt vinegar lemon slices and flour (for whitening) with a small amount of hot water for making it easier to move them around. Over and over rinsing and scrubbing until they are white clear and clean. Then they are turned the other way around and the same process is applied but four times on the basis that no "poo" has touched this side. Once clean the process of tying the ends of probably two hundred lengths of intestines is begun while on another table the fat that has been saved from the process of unravelling the intestines is then minced ready for the morcilla mixture. By the time we were finally ready to start filling the immaculately clean intestines it was about 4pm and we had breakfasted and lunched in that time (a STAGGERING quantity of food I would never normally eat due to the sheer quantity of FAT involved!) We had used several hundred gallons of water to clean clean and re-clean the shed where it was all taking place - water that was being boiled in two vast metal vats over fires in the corner of the room. The process of filling the tubes was no less simple - a woman stood on a breeze block and with a vast wooden plunger inside a metal tube with a narrowed end spent the next three hours forcing the thick bloody goo into the tied tubes - over and over and over again only stopping for a glass of water. Once started they simply do not stop until the job is done. It was absolutely exhausting to watch let alone get in there up to the elbows in bloody entrails. Even as the official photographer I put myself to either sweeping up or carrying hot or cold water as required in order to earn at least half of my lunch - and the whole time watching these women work for no pay but for the knowledge that when it comes to their Matansa these same women will come and support them in their immense load of work - I cannot tell you how much respect and humility I felt. It is no wonder to me that these women laugh raucously about love sex bodies medical conditions - there are no subjects about which they behave shyly - because when you have every year for 20 30 or 40 years gone through this process which starts at the end of November and goes on until early January by the time that each family has made sure that their children cousins aunts and uncles have all successfully prepared their year??s supply of meat you really have shared MAJOR exhaustion every aspect of your life over the past year and the sheer extraordinarily hard work that is involved in preparing for cooking for and seeing through the annual Matansa ???.. I have also learned that this tradition is becoming less and less frequent now. The young here have no interest in seeing through this tradition because although they all realise that the meat is without doubt better purer cleaner etc it is an absolutely MONSTER job for which you need to have a large space facilities to say nothing for about 30 different and very large metal and plastic buckets for working with the dozens of different parts of the pigs of which quite literally the bits thrown are the hair eyes poo and bones after being boiled. NO waste at all. Zack and I having spent Friday and Saturday (afternoon only) with Soledad??s Matansa spent today up the mountain at friends helping with day 2 of their Matansa. And today I was far less precious. I got in there turning the mincers and pressers that force the goo down a tube onto which the other women had rolled the tubes of cleaned intestines and I even handled the intestines which felt positively vile! But I know that I really did pull my weight for which they were immensely grateful - my friends' work won't be done for several days but another pair of hands is ALWAYS so very welcome. So there it is - my first informatory blog on Ecademy - it might not bring you business but it will widen your eyes to an aspect of life in Rural Spain! Amanda Hamilton Artist Guest House Owner www.amanda-hamilton.com www.casa-la-celada.com

My friend Erin (we shall call her Erin lest she be crucified alive by indignant house cleaners) has a housekeeper. Erin is gleefully single with no children a thirty-something career woman with glossy locks and an active social calender. She was here a few months ago and though I'd made haphazard attempts at tidying the house for her visit she saw right through it. I'm a crappy housekeeper. True I work three jobs and money takes priority over cleanliness. But even if I had only one full-time job I'd probably still be sub-par in the housekeeping arena. I tend to brush hairballs under sofas stuff toddler clothes in full drawers without taking time to fold. "Get a housekeeper Kristin "Erin urged "Honestly it's not that expensive...just a few times a month for a hundred bucks or so she could do your floors and make your windows sparkle. "Ha!" I grunted in response for she has disposable income and does not know the ramifications of a two-year-old on a newly polished window. But in all honesty lately I've been considering it. And I know ten bazillion of you will be muttering " Oy she has one child for the love of all things holy one child and a flexible job and she can't clean her own house?" But I've checked into rates and really it might make sense. A twice-a-month Molly Maid would cost me a hundred bucks a shot. I'm quite sure that I would be able to make more than that if could work an extra hour every night writing and proposing instead of grimly shoving dried apple shards underneath the couch vainly attempting to remove streaks from the bathroom mirror. And yet it feels obscenely spoiled to even be considering a housekeeper. Am I lazy? Incompetent? That two hundred bucks a month could buy a lot of diapers. But it could also buy a lot of time for me and my work and maybe I'd end up breaking ahead of even. | | |

By Representative Ed Markey Last night as President Bush stepped to the well of the House floor to deliver his final State of the Union address at least one thing was clear this president is a big fan of recycling. Unfortunately I am not talking about the plastics and glass in my but the retooling of old rhetoric on global warming and our energy future. Here is my attempt to inject a little into the old Bush rhetoric rolled out in the State of the Union: Bush claim: 'To build a future of energy security we must trust in thecreative genius of American researchers and entrepreneurs andempower them to pioneer a new generation of clean energy technology. Our security our prosperity and our environment allrequire reducing our dependence on oil.' Reality: President Bush threatened a veto on the tax portion of the recently-passed which included major incentives for a new generation of clean energy incentives that would have heralded a new era in green technology development. The Bush veto threat also killed the Renewable Electricity Standard which would have required that up to 15 percent of our electricity be generated from renewable sources such as wind and solar by 2020. He also opposes any mandatory bill that would unleash the technology to meet the climate challenge by setting a price on carbon emissions. Bush claim: 'The President will reaffirm the United States' commitment to work with major economies and through the UN to complete an international agreement that will slow stop and eventually reverse the growth of greenhouse gases. This agreement will be effective only if it includes commitments by every major economy and gives none a free ride.' Reality: Although the Bush administration now appears to have abandoned its outright denial of the global warming crisis it is rightly viewed worldwide as one of the major obstacles to an effective international agreement to combat global warming. The United States is still the largest emitter of global warming pollution yet the Bush administration has steadfastly opposed any meaningful domestic caps on carbon emissions. If the President really wants to show his commitment to reaching a global climate agreement he can start by announcing his support for a domestic economy-wide cap and trade program that will reduce U.S. global warming pollution. Only when the United States shows leadership on the home front will other countries will have an reason to join in a meaningful global agreement. Bush claim: 'In December the United States joined the global consensus at the UN Climate Conference in Bali to launch a comprehensive 'roadmap' for global climate negotiations.The Bali Action Plan is a critical first step in moving the UN negotiation process forward toward a comprehensive and effective post-2012 arrangement by 2009. The United States looks forward to participating in the negotiations envisioned in the Bali Action Plan including through the Major Economies Process and other appropriate channels to achieve an effective outcome.' Reality: In the face of an historic international diplomatic push the Bush administration was forced to agree to the but not until after substantially weakening this agreement by refusing to include the goal of stopping the growth in global emissions of heat-trapping gases in the next 10-15 years. The pundits were quick to paint this State of the Union as a lame duck effort devoid of any new policy goals. But the truth is President Bush will spend many nights over the next year reflecting on his legacy. Perhaps he will think of his political hero Ronald Reagan the man who came to Washington with hawkish vigor for nuclear proliferation yet left office respected for his face-to-face meeting with Soviet Union leader Mikhail Gorbachev in Reykjavik which led to the two superpowers agreeing to reduce nuclear weapons. If the hawk could learn to fly like a dove can the oil man from Texas truly come clean on the environment? Only if Congress forces that choice on the President Bush by presenting him with a strong climate bill this year. A cap-auction-and-trade bill is the vehicle that can present Bush with his Reykjavik moment a legacy-defining choice to transition our nation to a true green economy and protect the future of this beautiful planet for generations to come. NOTE: This blog post is part of the a joint effort by several Democratic Members of Congress to expand the dialog on the State of the Union.

Sydney loves to hunt for "treasure". So we decided that we would use my that has a geocaching feature to start search for geocaches...I mean treasure! As it turns out there is by our house. So before dinner we went over there for a look. Sydney took the GPS and followed the arrow all the way to the right coordinates. But then she wasn't sure what to do. We looked and looked and finally found the hidden treasure. Here you see her with the spread. She took a small basketball and left a winner's medal that's what you do at these caches. On the way out we thought we should try for another one nearby before dark. While searching Sydney told me that she had to go the bathroom. This is usually a sign that you have minutes to hours before she goes. However I look down and pee is shooting out of the front of her pants. "Daddy I told you I had to go. Look what you made me do!". Oh its all MY fault do girls just have a chip in their heads programmed with this stuff? So we didn't find that treasure but we will be back with some clean pants.