And the woodstove, I was able to cook a frozen chicken a neighbor friend gave me. The real deal, and actual chicken, raised and slaughtered by real humans. You know, it tastes A LOT like chicken, like how chicken USED to taste.
For lunch I used the third cooking apparatus on the screened in porch to warm said chicken leftovers (in the double boiler of course). I had a burger on the grill yesterday and was working a stock on mega-burner.
The screen isn’t crucial yet, but that’s imminent. A couple hours ago I heard wood frogs from the pond, some gentle mild rains this week with temps not going below freezing, will push the rest.
Coming out of a long and brutal winter tunnel
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