The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thank You, Farmer Frank
Tonight's dinner? Fire-roasted Indiana sweet corn from the garden of Frank W. James! ...Okay, we had some thick-cut hot-dill pickles, too, just for the contrast. On the corn? A little Irish butter. Dabba pepper. All I did was peel back the husks, clean 'em and put the damp husks back over after adding butter; wrap in foil, repeat with the next and by the time I had seven done, Tam had a nice bed of coals ready in the grill. Twenty minutes later: Yum!
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."