Bread and (m)ore
While reading history (fact or fiction, combined), I have often taken note of the diet. Specifically, the ration of bread, which seemed to satisfy soldier and criminal alike. Did it really? Satisfy, I mean. Today, I tried my own test, relying on that last batch of bread for a full pair of meals. Now, the quality is surely part of the equation; they would have killed for something as “light and white and tasty”. I’ll know better, several hours hence, but for the moment I’m satiated. For those of you who exclaim “But it’s not a balanced diet”, I disagree. Grains, dairy, that egg I threw into the machine just for the fun of it; all came together in a manner that makes me want to repeat the plan before I forget my details.
We had another lovely day, so I completed snow clearance (OK, ice clearance) from the back deck. All done in record time, and when we get that promised storm, come tomorrow, I’ll be much more precise in my measurement. It was also a great afternoon to run my RV test (where I start the motor and admire the comfort for several minutes). Things started without hesitation, and so our decision to leave the shore power plugged in may have been the right one. I’ll know better, come May.
It actually inspired me to do some map study. I know where I’ve already been. Now I have to find alternate ways to go nowhere in particular while seeing the sights. One suggestion (from a video on trains and copper mining) points to the Lincoln Highway. Maybe. I did take the time to learn a bit more about smelting, including learning how the early technical types dug a hole, started a fire, poured in some ore and let things “simmer under sod”. Apparently it works.
