If a meal wanders by
Staying home and enjoying life; a fresh loaf of bread has powers that go far beyond the minimal ingredient list in the recipe. Seriously. Between fresh bread and a good steak, I’m unsure which would win. Hey, why not both? Since the BBQ is still on hiatus (and I have no steak in the fridge), today is a bread day.
Keeping an eye on the news, because things are still changing. ON and QC have closed their borders. NS now tows the beachbums. The directive to people coming off our local ferry is to stay in the car and drive on through. Didn’t I see that manner of treating visitors on TV? In an old western? Or was it a plague movie? No matter. We don’t want your germs, and so you should just mosey along. See us in the future, when health is reestablished.
That, too, could take time. As of today, the #POTUS believes that we will all be back to work in a fortnight, saving his presidency. Don’t hold your breath, big fella. Or, maybe you should. Just a thought.
I now have an oversupply of steak spices. Amazon came through with my order, and if I can get back to the grill, I can work wonders. Sure, the steaks are an issue, but sooner or later an errant bovine will wander by, and I’ll get to whack a bull. And faced with a ton of steaks, I’ll figure out the rest. Perhaps the skill are innate. If not, YouTube and a sharp blade should suffice. Don’t worry; if the animal comes with a nametag, I’ll call my meal by its proper title.
