March 2012
4 posts
Our little piggy bypassed the market.
This is a photo of some neat little pork sausage patties:
They are from a pig that two days ago was a walking, talking little fella. He was killed in a slaughterhouse, hung up and gutted, and stamped and labeled on his now hairless hide. For anyone queasy or sad at the thought of that, remember that it happens to every pig you eat. Yesterday half of it was delivered to the kitchen, split...
A Southern Sweetness
Exams are over, I’m thinking about that time I brought my sweet boyfriend to Georgia for Christmas, all those many three months ago. After the presents were opened and dinner eaten, we slept another night and then explored around in the woods, shot guns at a pile of dirt with my brother, ate at Chik-Fil-A, and hunted squirrels with a family-friend who prefers using a hawk instead of a...
Gutta-percha
A root canal, on a rainy Monday morning, after a sunny and refreshing weekend. Just the thing to start the week!
