Friday, December 30, 2011

I’ve been contemplating the deer meat Housekeeper graced me with. I’ve thought this meal and that meal, and a couple of days ago started dreaming of Moose Burger.

Once thought it became all consuming and nothing would do but to have a ? Not a Moose Burger for certain, but still, a burger with game. More thinking; a small trip to the ALCO Store and I had a meat grinder.

A day to thaw the deer, and the hamburger, and a little creative spices; mushrooms (not those, my kind), and I had my burger.

It wasn’t a Moose Burger, no. But it was a nice finish to the effort. I actually had enough for three. Winter stretches. I can wait.

photoshare One Minute Chelmsford MA belletrouvaille (one minute endurance of the pink color)

More Holiday troubles for the country side. It’s been some what dry, grass fires are still a problem. Fortunately, given the year, most of the live stock is off the grasses (except those that sold early last year and have the money to buy cheap because of the hay situation on the saturated beef market). They only lost one head. Fool thing did what cattle don’t do often in the face of fire – it ran and hung up in the fencing.

I’ve seen the darn things feeding within twenty feet of range fires. Doesn’t seem to overly spook them.

Anyhow the complaining fat clerk at the grocer’s appeared set to unload on me today, but I’d seen the Lane Closed sign. Dude is enough of a pain (twice now) I’ll probably take action if he runs his face. Won’t take much.

Couple of days ago the blogs seemed full of jokes. One of them I couldn’t get out of my head, so I told it down the Co-Op. The Secretaries were listening and when they heard the punch line they ran me out.

I mean, how’d I know it was demeaning to married women? I mean, really.

Laughing.

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From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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