The weather is playing tricks on us, and we are hesitating to set out into a blow accompanied by a misty, blinding fog. So it is time to kick back and relax, even though we were that close …
I fear [alone, ed.] that the next instalment of the World’s Worst Novel might get interrupted by our northern venture, and wanted to play some tunes, rather than force my hand. Almost all the characters have made it to the island, and that had to happen first. Now I have to unravel the tangled web I have been weaving.
But when I look out my window, it is
pork ribs, lemon juice, maple syrup, berbere seasoning. i’m laying on a few hours of hard maple smoke. low and slow. probably will transfer to the oven later. i have a bottle of Gates’ Kansas City style sauce to finish the ribs with. they will be falling off the bone by the time i have had way too many beers. so i may check in later, or not.
http://www.daringgourmet.com/2013/08/26/berbere-ethiopian-spice-blend/
http://www.gatesbbq.com/GeneralInformation/WhoWeAre.aspx
You need some greens wit’ dat
Final tally on the Popcorn, 3.25 pounds. In line with my guesstimate, and in line with our lowest crops ever. All indications early in the season were for double or more likely triple that, but this was before the critters found us.
Jenny chipped a tooth the other day, and we had it pulled today. She is just getting her appetite right now after coming out of surgery and anesthetic.
I always get really nervous when my dogs go under anesthetic. We lost our dog when I was three years old that way, and I’ve been scarred by it ever since. I still remember when the phone rang and the look on my Dad’s face when he got the news from the vet. It was just for a little infected ear injury, ffs. Poor Moose, r.i.p.
A tune, and then back to my internet vacation. Best to all.
yeah.
http://www.theautomaticearth.com/the-last-days-of-the-growth-story/
turn it up to eleven.