| Backyard Musings |
| By Douglas Blackburn |
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He was thinking of starting a rabbit farm. His friend Victoria said that was all it would take at first, provided he had at least one of each sex, and within a year he would have a sizable herd. Or is it flock? Coven? He wondered at the proper word for a large group of rabbits. Herd sounded about right. |
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Dinner that evening. What to serve . . . what to serve. . . . He had a frozen pork loin from November that probably was coming due. He could do the cumin and oregano crust; a little salt, some pepper, a few tablespoons of cumin, the same of oregano. Thaw and wash the pork loin and roll it in the combined mixture. Put it in a 350 degree oven for about an hour and a half (this was a pound and a half pork loin). He would throw some potatoes in the oven with the pork loin, and maybe cook some string beans as well. |
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A strange sense of ennui had settled over him that afternoon. He felt that his life had reached a sort of plateau, and he knew that he needed to do something to move himself off of dead center. He had never learned to macrame, and wondered how he had reached the fiftieth year of his life without learning that skill. Perhaps a macrame class . . . |
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It always struck him as somewhat odd that his fireplace had no proper hearth. Just a floor with a chimney over it. A bit medieval, considering he was living in a 70s-era ranch. He looked down at his hands and noticed some new age spots that were not there the last time he checked. Maybe he would pick up some of that age spot creme he'd seen advertised on cable. He took another bite of cumin-crusted pork loin, and considered whether the recipe would work with rabbit as well. It probably would. |
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