One year ago today: June 17, 2017, the Rebel at 17,000?
Five years ago today: June 17, 2013, the tight blue jean segment.
Nine years ago today: June 17, 2009, Everglades national park.
Random years ago today: June 17, 2014, six pages is the norm.
What can I say, thanks for being patient. I guess I could say the latest posts here have been less than inspiring, but. But what? Well, for openers, my long-term patrons know there is usually only one reason why things get quiet around these parts. Something is in the works. It is, and the hotdog Rubicon has been crossed. I’m keeping a separate record of what we run into that is not documented on all the glowing success stories you can find on-line. Part of the logic here is to cut down on hotdog photos and paragraphs which would otherwise dominate the blog. Make no mistake about it, this is a full-fledged business startup.
Look what we found. These are 1950s issue fire hose nozzles. One is polished, the other has a patina. Other found items include a map of the location of all the original North American Indian tribes and a restaurant bathroom sign that says whites and coloreds, but I’m not showing any of those here. We have more than enough small articles to fill several display cases, which we also have. It would cost us nothing to use these as a draw, and we have so much we could actually change the displays from time to time. That’s something that the rest of Florida has yet to figure out.
"Sports" illustrated.
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If you moved fast, you would have seen a number of recipes here from the 1957 cookbook. And one from “game cooking”, from the same era. But the favorite was the raccoon recipe, so I’ll keep it posted for you. It sounds cruel to modern Americans, most of whom have never seen a slaughterhouse. But wild game is utterly delicious, if you can get past the Disneyland syndrome. These critters are made to be skinned and boiled, mostly in onions and vinegar.
I’ve eaten rattlesnake, iguana, camel, raccoon, rabbit, eel, squid, emu, bear, deer, dog, and pigeon. That may not sit well with city-dwellers but some of this was in mighty expensive restaurants. I’ll bet I got your mind off hotdogs on that, hmmm?
Today’s relaxation was the DVD “Nightmare At Bittercreek”. Don’t waste your time. It’s proof that Lindsay Wagner was totally overrated. And the rest of the women must have been hired in the parking lot. They could not even fake acting what they do best—panic and scream when anything goes wrong. Scream really loud, gals. So the aliens, swamp beasts, and serial rapists can find you in the dark. I didn’t care for the movies portrayal of survival groups as being white supremists. The movie is an unashamed attempt to demonize people who have as much right to self-preservation as anyone.
Nor did I care for the teenage women in the movie. The package says 2002, so it was well into the era of Hollywood intentionally avoiding showing young women as sexpots, and this movie certainly succeeds on that theme. But this entire casting of people who don’t like the way the country is going as maniac groups of bank-robbing neo-Nazis hiding in the Idaho mountains has worn thin. Same with the media hype that anything Trump does is sure to cause “voter backlash”. Ha, they wish. Now these useless liberals have glommed onto the separation of families of illegal aliens, like it is not the parent’s fault. Hey, they can get reunited as soon as they get back to wherever they came from. Trump has not passed any new legislation, US law separates all children (for their own protection) from parents who are committing felonies. It's hogwash that Trump is the cause.
THE MYSTERY OBJECT:
Okay, who is curious about the mystery object from last day? It is a calf-weaning device. If you look closely, there is a little locking ring that clips onto the calf’s nostrils. With a little imagination, you can figure out how it works. Tell you what, if you return tomorrow, I’ll show you another model that works on a different principle. But the fact is the only thing that will get a baby calf to eat bitter grass is semi-starvation. And, if I get the front computer working again, I’ll have some exclusive photos for you that I know you’ve never seen. It doesn’t hurt my ratings a bit when you go back to look at previous photos.
And I’m toying with the idea of scanning those recipe books we found. I’d almost forgotten that is how it was done back then. It was more like scrap-booking, but two features make the hand-written versions more desirable. One is the list of ingredients is evidently from an era when food was more wholesome and calories less counted. And the other is many have notations scribbled in that show a time when cooking was much more of an art. I wonder when something like this comes along that will spur me on to setting up some kind of on-line way to accept money. I went to the dollar store for a paint roller and the guy ahead of me had to try three cards before he found one he could swipe for $1.07.
ADDENDUM
More reading teaches me the two propane tanks, 20-pounders, are for outdoor use only. They cannot be taken inside a building. So does that mean the cart must be parked outside? We are putting a tarp over a frame and moving it into the back yard pronto. To use the rig indoors, only those small one pound canisters are permitted. So that’s what the set of adapters was for. Did you know I kept all 30 of the empty one-pound containers and I have the nozzle that can refill them. The sticker says you can’t do that, but I ask how anyone could tell. Of course, I’d never do anything over the line, but I can still ask the questions.
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