Really.
Now, if you can't read me without assuming that I must be poking you somehow, please do me the favor of taking me off your friends list and stop reading my entries. This is getting quite old now.
*At least for today At the farm a few weeks ago, J was looking to expand his flock of chickens and in preparation, managed to score a free rooster…
Is there ever any sort of discussion about the environmental impact of the oil spills associated with tankers sunk in WWII?
Last night's meal: Veal sweetbreads from calves slaughtered that morning in a cream sauce made with wild garlic and foraged mushrooms. I'm not even…