Having books not necessary is a luxury. I indulge myself. I have a
wild game cookbook. It is in the Phoenix house kitchen. No wild game
there except scorpions. It is a lovely book. I've never used it for
cooking anything but it is a lovely book. I once saw a big snapping
turtle walking across the west field. I went out and picked it up.
Nasty, slimy, stinky thing full of remnants of its many years of
plowing through mud and detritus. I put it into the bed of the pickup
truck and went into the house to see if the book would tell me how to
clean the thing to be suitable for cooking. My first thought was a
fire hose. When I went back outside the turtle was gone and I could
not find it. Either turtles are faster than I have been told or I am a
slower reader than I thought.
_______________________________________________
Archive powered by MHonArc 2.6.24.