BackwaterBlog

Probably one of the first signs, I know.  Start writing about the food you’re cooking.  I’ve been in this house for waaaay too long, unemployed and staring at two dogs and four walls.  And an internet screen, like the Great Eye of Sauron freezing my great hobbit feet in place.

But yes, pinto beans!

Dumped in a pot with some chopped up ham and onion and suchlike.  I gotta admit, much as I love the country and have lived that sort of life now and before, I’ve never had ‘em.  Never once.  Folks go on and on about how good they are and I just had to try them out.  They’re part of my larder by recommendation only - which is senseless.  Don’t store what ye won’t eat, right?

By gaw they smell wonderful.  If I can get Ally to eat some when she gets home I’ll consider today a mild success.

If I wash the dishes and clean up this roost a bit I imagine she’ll consider it a success too.  Course, that comes after getting the wood fire going good and walking the dogs and laying in a couple days firewood in the shed outside.  Minding the slow, wet backwater drizzle outside, yes I tend to that.

I think I’ve contracted Elmer Fudd Syndrome.  Y’all really don’t want me to write everyday, do ye?

um, yeah… it’s been a huge drought so bring on the writing…

Comment by Jenn January 5, 2009 @ 8:44 am

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