What do you think?
Do you think it’s Merc-worthy?
Do you think it’s too dramatic?
Do you think it’s purty?
I really like it, but sometimes my brain goes in strange directions.
Like just now, for instance. Do you hear that voice? That voice, right there! It’s singing-can’t you hear it?
In other news, we are in the process of testing all the recipes/food/ingredients that will be in the mercantile deli. And no basic ingredient is safe! We are even taste-testing bacon that was smoked with different woods.
I feel cleansed just having admitted that.
(Name that poet.)
(Pssst. Shel Silverstein. The king!)
Man, are biscuits important. They go on the side with regular breakfasts, they are the basis of breakfast sandwiches, they are the base of biscuits and gravy…
What weighty work we do here.
So dang it, that egg had better be the best egg in the universe.
Not that I’m picky or anything.
In still other news, I have stepped up my walking game in order to offset all the bacon I’m eating. Remember the crazy steer that banged into my car last week? Well, he and his brethren are still as nutso as ever, and I saw that firsthand on my walk yesterday evening.
First, the whole herd ran away from me. Then they ran toward me. Then the dogs got tired of them running toward me and they started chasing them away from me. Then the steers all decided to gang up on Duke, our lab, and chase him off the ranch. There was this white speck being chased by a huge black cloud of cattle. Poor Duke!
And then I could see faintly in the distance that the white speck had turned around and was headed straight toward me, which wasn’t exactly the best feeling!
Eventually, we were all in a big mass again: Dogs, steers, and me, the lone human. And Charlie was tired of fighting the fight, so he decided to give those steers a piece of his mind.
Thought you’d get a kick out of this little confrontation. Oh, Charles…
More adventures from deli recipe testing (and evening walks) to come!