I suppose a small back pat is in order.
I mean, well, I did say pumpkins were hitting the stores and I did say that this season was the activity season around here, and all that stuff – I’m taking a small page from The Donald’s book of self credit.
The Donald’s book of self credit is somewhat different than dra-mama’s victory laps and selfies.
Garden City’s Donovan Mader broke a state record this year with his submission to the giant pumpkin contest at the Kansas State Fair. His monster, which he grew in his abandoned horse pen from a seed he purchased for $25 online, broke the previous state record set in 2007.
His monster was a mere 1034 pounds.
How the hell does one get a pumpkin that big anywhere.
Yeah, yeah. I know. Carefully.
The link even has a picture of the thing. Imagine the chagrin of all those Californians when they figure out the amount of water it took to grow that silly pumpkin.
Quiet around here, except for the animals dropping whole branches in the yard. They’ve gotten tired of sticks, it is now branches. Silly wiggles.
I hit the grocers yesterday on the way home. They appeared well disposed to see me. A change from the last visit there five months ago. I was fortunate to speak with a butcher and he wanted me to buy the store brand of Jalapeno wurst.
I didn’t have the stomach to do that, and had trouble putting him off. The reason I didn’t want that type of food was simple: The first and last time I bought them I got the heaves something terrible and, because I was headed for the throne to donate dog got hold of the remainder on the plate and I was cleaning behind him for two hours.
Try explaining that to a butcher sometime, especially when he’s touting his product.
Probably a good way of losing a bet of some kind.
Chicken is scarce. And for some reason my grocer is short of pork.
From the reaches,