Inside The Perimeter

Happy EAV Strut Eve! Or, as most of you know it, Friday. That’s right, this weekend is the annual EAV Strut, a day consisting of a parade, walking the closed streets of East Atlanta Village, listening to some live music, and day drinking. After twenty-seven years of being a bum, I have signed up to volunteer, appropriately for me as one of the cleanup crew.

With the beautiful weather predicted I will be spending a lot of time outdoors, away from screens. I’m trying to implement Project Time Out” a concept in which I spend at least two hours (preferably outside) working/exercising/frolicking before allowing myself to sit on my ass for any length of time. And, for the time that I am sitting, I am going to try to force myself to start reading, and finish reading, the plethora of books that I own.

This week’s lost item is the headlamp that I brought with me to GA Wild Foods Weekend last weekend. I thought I scanned my sleeping area well to ensure I packed everything, but I cannot located the headlamp now.

Wordle: four, my starter was HAVEN

For the foreseeable future I will be moving wood chips into WLF, and also making some mushroom beds in the front yard. Work on this will resume when I return from my Trees Atlanta shift today. Since the Barcycle is still in an impaired state, and I may want to conserve a little energy for my manual laboring, I will drive once again.

Wordle: three, my starter was TRAMP

I’ve got nothing.

Wordle: four, my starter was OPIUM

Wow, I slept late… waking up at 6:30am!

It appears someone has tried to get into my Facebook account. I received an email with a code to enter. I assume this thwarted them. Ao, if you see any Facebook activity from “me”, it’s not me, and please let me know.

Wordle: three, my starter was MARSH

I made it through the GA Wild Foods Weekend and was intrigued to find out that this occurs in other states. My Wild Boar Mexican Lasagna was well received, well, no one complained to me at least. Everyone I met was friendly, and I even managed to win one of the raffle prizes. I ate a lot of foods for the first time, both plants and animals, including rabbit. The lowlights were the sleeping arrangements, basically a hostel room with bunk beds, in which one of my fellow roommates snored longer and louder than anyone I have ever encountered, and the showers which had only a smattering of hot water.

I’m sure the NC Wild Foods Weekend, which occurs in April, will conflict with BRAG STU. If it does not, I will attempt to register for it.

My new rain theory worked again — I went away, WLF received about an inch of rain on Saturday night.

Wordle: five, my starter was PECAN

I’m going off grid, communication wise, so this is all you will hear from me until Monday. Enjoy your weekend.

Wordle: three, my starter was SHIRT

The other day I watched concert footage from 1985 (!) of Stevie Ray Vaughan playing “Voodoo Child”. Originally recorded by Jimi Hendrix, Vaughan’s rendition was amazing. It made me realize that I have never listened to a Jimi Hendrix album; that omission will be rectified this week.

Wordle: four, my starter was PUNCH

TradMan made a crockpot’s worth of barbecue baked beans last week. If I can figure out why the beans didn’t get as soft as I’d like, even after cooking them for more hours than called for by the recipe, they’d be great. In the future I will be making the barbecue sauce to use for other applications.

TradMan made English muffins yesterday. They turned out alright, but could use some refining, mostly with the thickness to which I roll the dough prior to cutting out the dough discs.

Wordle: three, my starter was CRACK

I have to bring a potluck dish to a gathering on Friday. I will either be making a Mexican lasagna casserole, or a jambalaya, using some ground wild boar I was gifted over the weekend. The gifting couldn’t have been timed better as I am bringing the dish to a wild foods gathering

Wordle: three, my starter was SLING

Well, about the only thing that went wrong for me over the weekend was that my biking is subpar.

The weather turned out to be amazing, only raining a little on Friday afternoon.

The festival was good, even though Los Lobos once again didn’t play many of my favorite songs.

There was much laughter combined with too much delicious food and beer.

Apparently the solution for Wee Little Farm’s lack of rainfall is my presence; while I was away it received 1.75″. Woot!

Wordle: three, my starter was COUGH