Monday Mish-Mash: Death, Death Sammiches, And More DEATH

 It’s been a couple days now and I ain’t gonna lie… Pop’s passing still weighs on me. Pandemonium at mom’s, long walks with the niglet, and solitary Gorges Grouse type “porch-sits”on the veranda with the pipe… it’s been rough. Still is a bit. But it’s all good, if Pop were here he’d give me chit for being bummed out. I’m here, Pop. Where are you?

Bah.

To cheer myself up I resumed the horrible Fermented Veggie Experiment. I now know that they are like pickles but they ferment instead. The process of fermentation produces lactic acid rather than alcohol. There was a skinny chick on OyTube that proclaimed that these things created the kind of good probiotic microorganisms that you want in your gut. She was skinny as a rail, all gristle the way heath addicts get. Nevertheless I was intrigued.

There are odours of unspeakable evil

in this jar…

😵

I almost hurled when I opened up the jar. 

The smell was horrible…

“Dear gawd,” I cursed, “What have I created?!?”  I gasped and retched. But with my iron self control I fought back the impulse to vomit. I grit my teeth and resolved eat some of these radishes…and I’ll be damned…they weren’t half bad! I chowed down and saved some for later. I tell no lies: these things will be great in a salad or a mystery meat sub sammich!!! The fermented radishes were a spectacular success!

Turning to the Tobacco Project, my little sproutlings are coming along…

If all goes well I will need to transplant some soon. They’re still alive! I haven’t killed them yet! For now, the project is still on track.

We are in full recovery mode here at the Castle. My goal for this week is to finish some recreational reading that came my way, chase away some lingering blues, and play outside to enjoy some unseasonably nice weather. Hannah is getting grumpy and wants another morning walk…so I better move along.

Thanks for dropping in - and have a great Monday.