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We have been amusing ourselves this evening by trying to work up some recipes with the dehydrated foods we bought for backpacking. So far we have made pea soup and beef / lamb stew, and they were... learning experiences. Next up will be a first stab at cream of chicken soup, probably leading into attempting tuna noodle casserole.
While I was putting away the remainder of the pea... meal, I guess, for want of a better word. (Do not attempt to make pea flour by grinding split peas in an old hand coffee grinder - the result is gritty.) I had this moment when I wrote "ground peas" and then stared at it wondering if that was the way to spell 'ground' in this case or if this was the 'ground' beneath my feet. Eor kindly reassured me that with all the definitions of the word 'durance' this is a perfectly normal way to think about the English language. He looked up 'durance' because he encountered the word in the book "A Seal Called Andre". Spring in Maine was described something like: "the old men emerge from their winter durance and take up their conversations where they left off."
Then, as I was washing the pots from our first round of cooking we heard a loud thump. It seriously sounded a lot like someone tried a battering ram on our house, just once. He went all around outside, and then we both went all around inside, looking for what might have happened. All we can figure is that a rock might have fallen off the cellar wall and hit one of the wooden posts that holds up the kitchen floor. That has happened once before, and when it did we also found a very surprised bat down there, which we took out and put on a bush. Our 'foundation' is mostly piled fieldstone.
Alternately, it could have been our neighbors playing with explosives, again. That happened around Winter Solstice, and we had much text chat with neighbor friends about what that explosion was all about. Some were rather annoyed. It is a Saturday night.
While I was putting away the remainder of the pea... meal, I guess, for want of a better word. (Do not attempt to make pea flour by grinding split peas in an old hand coffee grinder - the result is gritty.) I had this moment when I wrote "ground peas" and then stared at it wondering if that was the way to spell 'ground' in this case or if this was the 'ground' beneath my feet. Eor kindly reassured me that with all the definitions of the word 'durance' this is a perfectly normal way to think about the English language. He looked up 'durance' because he encountered the word in the book "A Seal Called Andre". Spring in Maine was described something like: "the old men emerge from their winter durance and take up their conversations where they left off."
Then, as I was washing the pots from our first round of cooking we heard a loud thump. It seriously sounded a lot like someone tried a battering ram on our house, just once. He went all around outside, and then we both went all around inside, looking for what might have happened. All we can figure is that a rock might have fallen off the cellar wall and hit one of the wooden posts that holds up the kitchen floor. That has happened once before, and when it did we also found a very surprised bat down there, which we took out and put on a bush. Our 'foundation' is mostly piled fieldstone.
Alternately, it could have been our neighbors playing with explosives, again. That happened around Winter Solstice, and we had much text chat with neighbor friends about what that explosion was all about. Some were rather annoyed. It is a Saturday night.
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I know we don't communicate as much as we used to, but gosh it made me happy to get that card. I can't afford to send them any more because postage is ridiculous, but I do like getting yours.
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