excerpts from a conversation with grandma.
- Grandma knew what was best, we’d pick all these wild greens in the spring and they’d give you diarrhea but she said it was good for you because ‘everybody needed to be cleaned out in the spring’.
- Grandpa made molasses and honey from the beehive, and mom canned EVERYTHING, vegetables, vegetable soup, all the things we went out and collected, all the fruits.
- We didn’t have electricity or refrigerators so sometimes we were vegetarians too until someone could come and bring us some new chickens.
- We kept the baby chickens to eat, we’d keep em in the house til they grew up so we could fry them! We’d clear out a room and put papers down, then put these lamps in and they would just crowd around those lamps to get warm.
doesn’t it just make you want to move to appalachia? the real appalachia.
i think this one's my mechanical hamster alter-ego. also - AI-equipped mechanical hamsters.
If there’s something yummy in the area, this cutie will track it down! She’s a super fuzzy friend you can depend on for laughs and love. Her highly trained sniffer can detect a carrot from a mile away, so stand back and watch her scoot to find some munchies!
"I will be ready. In fact, I will be SO ready that I will be pregaming it at 4:45. Let’s do this!"
beloose, in response to my email requesting he be ready to walk out the door at 6:30am tomorrow for the macy’s thanksgiving day parade. drunk on thanksgiving. it’s just like being at home. if my home was that of someone who had that kind of thing happen often in their familial circles. actually one side of mine drinks a fair amount too, so, let’s just say no matter where i am it’s safe to say i’m eating only side dishes and drinking on thanksgiving. brian, see you in the morning, my famous homemade boozy peppermint hot chocolate will be waiting.
