Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The permanent sunset of the Republican party is begun
By Donald Sensing
I want to note briefly that the Reverend Sensing has been on my reading list since the dawn of the blog, and that he is a fount of wisdom. Ignore him at your own peril.
Currently listening to Born To Lose, by the great Ray Charles. Seriously, it snuck in on the ipod shuffle deal betwixt ZZTop & Steely Dan.
I’ve been giving serious thought to chicken ranching, and this kind of thing cracks me up: “What am I supposed to do, ask the chickens? How should I know? And why is there variety anyway?” The issue here for me would be the enormous volume of eggs. I can manage about two eggs per day, though I could wedge in a hard-boiled egg four or five days a week, which is about what, an hour of boiling, cooling, peeling, and containerizing for the icebox? Or…
Pickled eggs! With feral pigs feet! Gallon jar! I’ll become a McGuane novel.
I wouldn’t mind the ranching part, as long as the new hound is agreeable, if there someone to pay for the feed and take the extra output off my hands. Though I’m given to understand that the chicken egg can be coated with mineral oil and will remain edible for durn near a year.