When the Country Mouse (who used to be a City Mouse) goes to visit the City Mice there are always astonishing and/or wonderful sights, particularly when the trip involves quantities of driving and not-driving-while-sitting-on-I-75. You'd think I'd have lots of photos for you, but you'd be wrong. And the ones I do have are odd. It was that sort of weekend.
We're at the part now where the pig who died in yesterday's post (see Putting meat by) becomes sides of pork. Meat that you might see in the butcher's case.
Some people get invited to glitzy parties. I, on the other hand, am invited to Experiences. Brad Kik wrote: Thought you might be interested in an old-fashioned hog slaughter taking place at the Romeyns’ Farm on Monday. Amanda and I asked Ryan not to send our pig to Ebel’s to be processed—instead we’re going to […]
My shoulder hurts, my wrist hurts, and I need a bath, but two of the doorwalls to the deck are all tucked in for the winter.
Making giant draft protectors, autumn roundup, and cooking even when you don't feel like it-plus a Great Big Thank You to Jessie
I am in Hunker Down Mode. Clear the accumulated stuff out of the garage so I can get the car in there when it snows. Bundle up all the recycling and take it to the transfer station. Why on earth do I have all these cardboard boxes? Oh yes. I have them because I am […]
November 23, 2010
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