There was drama at The Acre this week as well. Not so much AT The Acre as we had to go to town for it, but it gets a mention this week.
We were given a gift card for Southern States two Christmases ago. We have been trying to use it, but every time we go in the place, they treat us like they don't need our money. This week was the last straw. Big Man went to town to do some trading, and took our camp stove propane tank along to fill it up. The plan was to fill our propane tanks with the gift card, then go elsewhere for our propane needs when it was used up.
Big Man hit the parking lot and found the store empty of customers. He notified the clerk he needed the tank filled, and the clerk paged "the guy" to come help. Big Man stood around with one thumb in his mouth, the other stuck up his ass playing switch for almost thirty minutes without seeing anyone from the business. This entire waiting period was without other customers coming to the store, so Big Man packed up his tank and notified the people we would be taking our business elsewhere. After a verbal judo match and a request for a manager, Big Man got cash money for the remainder of the gift card. We shall never darken their doors again.
Now on to our regularly scheduled update. Since seeds are out and garden planning has begun, Big Man felt like bringing a little spring into our lives this week. He thawed out one of the bags of frozen rhubarb, bought a quart of strawberries from the market and made a pie. Store bought strawberries are OK for baking, but we sure miss our fresh from the garden strawberries. We will suffer through until spring.
This batch did not get mushy, maybe we're getting the hang of it? |
Tastes like homemade love |
We're simple people, excited by simple things |
We have one bird that defies us at every turn. She insists on getting into the planter box and scratching the dirt out. We are either going to have to get good with it, or have fresh wings one Sunday. It could go either way right now.
The rest of the birds (the ones we don't want to kill on sight) have been getting a morning treat of boil in the bag rice. They look forward to it, and mill around the drop zone every morning patiently waiting.
And speaking of critters patiently waiting, here is Fraidy Mutt on Thor's day, waiting for her taste of steak.
"I sat and everything, now where's my piece of steak?" |
Big Man rolled out his biscuit dough thin, lined a muffin pan with the dough, then added sliced ham and a fresh egg, and then baked it. It was good, and easy to eat with your hands. We recommend it to anyone looking for a new twist on breakfast.
We ended the week with snow, and wings.
Still waiting on the "Big One" |
Angry wings, Chapstick and Zantac. It's how we roll |
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