I'm hungry. Starved. Beans've been at a rolling boil for two hours. Two pork ribs thrown in out of the deep freeze. The woman who ran the Davis Creek Mercantile and Lunch Counter gave me a sack full of frozen rib ends (?) when they were cleaning out the place prior to the recent change of ownership. I don't know what to do with 'em, don't really eat much meat, but I thought they'd do OK for beans & rice. The scent of it is driving me crazy. Still have to throw together a pan of cornbread. I almost forgot....
... Now that's in the oven. This day spent writing, then inputting ISBNs for what remains of a sorry lot of books no one wants. We'll see if anyone salutes. Tomorrow I'll be at the keyboard all day, God willing. Projex are piling up.
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FROM THE RANDOM NOTEBOOK: To make a fine Syllabub from the Cow. Sweeten a quart of cyder with double refined sugar, grate nutmeg into it, then milk your cow into your liquor, when you have thus added what quantity of milk you think proper, pour half a pint or more, in proportion to the quantity of syllabub you make, of the sweetest cream you can get over all. (American Cookery, 1796 by Amelia Simmons [Greens Farms, CT: Silverleaf Press, 1984]. )
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I read in this week's Modoc Record the snow pack on the Warner Mountains this winter is 60 percent of what it should be. That means no water in the creeks this summer-to-come. I hate to pray for a blizzard, but it might not be a bad idea.
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First bite. Yummmm. Gotta go.
7:34:44 PM 
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