PICNIC

The bachelor meals have begun. Their salient traits? Very similar to the meal before. One of the dishes is beans and hotdogs, (or veggie dogs). Beer is the preferred beverage.

I haven’t baked bread in months, and I’m going to be opening the food cart soon. I started the whole wheat bread yesterday, did 3 punchdowns then put it in the fridge. I used instant yeast and so it pretty much pooped out over night. I let it rise all day and it just barely got there. Also: beets, cilantro, radiccio; pinto beans simmer in fennel pepper stock.

With the chickens I have a good time talking with them. I cluck and caw and they all get chatty and cluck and caw with me. The turkeys make a sort of warble which I cannot imitate, but they do have a screech or ‘raaaaaack’. I talk to them like that. Today I squatted down with them and was chatting away. They flocked around me and I became a little intimidated as they are quite large now. The biggest Toms were not talking to me, instead glaring at me sideways and moving their little forehead thing. Then this big guy and a few of his pals puff up their feathers and peck at my boots. I think I was getting involved in some male/female dynamics that I had no right to. I took note and went my way.

Kate moved out yesterday. So sad . I went over to her new place and brought some takeout. I asked her what she wanted. Pizza! she said. I went to Pyro. They make small, chewy, pies with lots of fresh vegetables. I got: Pesto with artichoke hearts and red peppers; basil and sausage and red sauce; grilled eggplant slices with tomato sauce.