Desert Island Survival Diary

Chapter 47 No.40 Three Days, Candles or Oil Lamps
I slept like hell last night, maybe I was really too tired, this should be the result of my body being constantly overdrawn.

The wound is not as painful as before, and it is a little better. I still continue to use the powder, and the swollen skin on the wound has slowly subsided. This is really good news for me.

The sound of drizzling outside the tree house came to my ears, no need to think, it must be raining.

I'm used to it. It rains here every three days, and I hate going out on rainy days. I brought the homemade sausages under the eaves into the house. Although I can't get in the rain, I'm afraid that the humid air will ruin it. It makes me feel more at ease indoors.

This kind of rainy day makes me feel tired all over, and Xiao Hei is very similar to me.

As soon as it got up, it came to the door and looked through the crack of the door, then returned to its nest, drooped its ears, and began to sleep on its stomach.

Of course, although it is impossible to go out, there are still many things that need to be done.

The smoked meat I tried to make last night has been hung up all night, I don’t know if it has been successful.

This undoubtedly made me look forward to it. When I came to the lower floor and saw that the outer layer of the hanging pork had dried up, I thought it should be considered a success. After all, it was not burnt. It's my first attempt, so I'm very satisfied with the result.

In my impression, smoked meat should be marinated, but I don't have much seasoning to marinate, I just rub some salt and soy sauce on these meat pieces.

You should wait until they are completely dry, right?As for when it will be ready, in fact, I have no idea in my mind, but as long as it can be eaten, it will not go bad, and it will be fine.

Just when I was about to turn around and go back to the upper floor to eat some wild fruits for breakfast, the pieces of wild boar fat that were placed aside caught my attention, and a whim also appeared in my mind.

These lards were originally reserved by me for cooking. Some time ago, the lack of fat made me very painful when I was a big one. Because lard can be stored for a long time, I plan to boil these lards for future cooking. Stock up on bibimbap.

But just now, I had an idea, "Candle!" I want to try making a candle with pork!

As for the lighting, besides the fire, I still have the flashlight left by the previous person, but this thing is used less than once, so I still don't want to use that flashlight.

When I was a child, candles were often used at home. At that time, there were frequent power outages, and almost every household would always have candles. I only knew that its structure was very simple, with only one wick and wax, but I didn’t have any of these two things.

Of course, if you don't have one, you have to create it, or find a substitute.

I knew that the wick had to be both flammable and resistant to burning, or the candle was doomed to failure.

Of course, I have already thought about the substitute, and the cotton thread used to fix the inner core in the quilt is my best choice.

I just need to cut some off, scrunch them, and rub a few cotton threads together, which doesn't take much time.

Time consuming is another substitute, something I'm starting to make right now.

I threw the chopped wild boar fat into the pot and started to boil the oil.

As soon as the fat was heated in the pot, the lard began to overflow, and rows of small bubbles began to emerge from the bottom of the pot.

I didn't dare to use too much fire, for fear of splashing out and scorching the fat, so I kept the pot as far away from the fire as possible.

During the process of boiling the oil, the fragrance was flying around, and lo and behold, Xiao Hei was attracted again...

This aroma covers the smell of meat, umami, and a slightly burnt aroma similar to crispy rice.

As long as you smell it hard, you can feel this oily, crispy feeling in the air.

Xiao Hei has been appeased by me, lying on the pile of dry wood not far away and watching seriously.

As the oil continued to overflow, the oil was also spinning and shrinking, wrinkled and clumped, and the color gradually changed from white to dark, and finally turned into small dark brown balls, floating on the oil surface one by one, continuing to roll and emerge. Bubble.

"Well, it's ok!" When I saw the fat turned dark, I took it down from the pot.

Fortunately, the injury of my left hand has recovered somewhat, otherwise I would not be able to complete this action at all.

I used chopsticks to put all the oil residue inside into the bowl and divided it into two parts.

I will never waste this stuff. In the past, I might have discarded them for the sake of health, but now, these oil residues are rare and delicious!

After putting the hot pork aside, I pinched some salt grains and spread them evenly on the oil residue.

One plate was given to Xiao Hei, who was doing well, and the other plate was left for myself to enjoy.

Pick up a piece of oil residue with salt particles hanging on the surface, put it in your mouth, and chew it carefully. This is a taste from childhood, and it even reminds me of the past.

Every time you chew it, you can have a different taste. You can feel its crispiness in the first bite, the second bite, the remaining oil overflows, and the mouth is full of meat, and the third bite...

Because most of the oil has been boiled out, there is no particularly greasy feeling at all.

As soon as I tasted four of them, Blackie started coming over and licking his lips and begging me for some more.

There is no way, although I can't bear it a little bit, but I still give it the rest.

But then things started to deviate from my original idea.

My previous idea was very simple, the lard will solidify and harden after cooling, so I prepared a basin of water, stirred the kneaded candle wick in the still hot lard, and then put it into the prepared cold water , The lard instantly solidifies when it encounters cold water.

But it didn't take long before I ran into trouble.

The first is that although the candle wick can collect some lard, it is still too soft, so it keeps bending and cannot be straightened.

Second, this repeated process is too wasteful. There is already a lot of lard on the surface of the basin that has solidified and floated on the water.

There is also a third one, even if it is done, I think this pot of lard can't make a few sticks, and it won't take long for one...

So in the end, after some weighing, I gave up this approach.

Of course, I didn't give up all my efforts, I had another idea.

I took a can that I picked up, cut off the top part of it, put one end of the cotton thread that was originally used as a candle wick in, and put the other end on the outside of the can, and then I poured the lard Some go in.

Finally, I carefully picked up the jar, put it in a basin of cold water, and let it solidify.

……

After about an hour, the lard finally solidified. I was very nervous, and I was afraid of failure.

A burning branch was taken by me, and with trembling hands, I set the cotton thread on fire.

I'm not even breathing...

Looking forward to being able to burn...

(End of this chapter)