Fed on 11/16. MP is having a nice warm blueberry beef breakfast. Piz is always telling me how it is the cruelest thing on earth to give MP cold meals, and I do believe a warm meal must be nicer than a cold one! On a cold day, especially. . . .
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Fed on 11/15, Monday. Gently coddled full moon eggs and soprano oysters with coconut oiled turmeric and veggie mix. It’s a very Monday kind of breakfast. . . .
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Fed on 11/13. When I packed up MP’s food for Piz’s house this morning, I threw in a few pieces of chicken hearts that wasn’t enough to make a whole meal. So, there’s a few stray guts in the mix, but the official breakfast is cabbaging filmmaker beef with veggie mix. . . .
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It’s a kale stem factory! . . .
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Fed on 11/13. Suddenly, it’s winter. Snow everywhere, trees falling down from weighty snow on branches, people getting stuck, electricity going out. They said to stay inside unless you really have to leave your house. . . .
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Fed on 11/12, Friday. Pretty normal yogurt breakfast with a handful o’ guts. Pretty abnormal lunch of stapled burritos (humans) and moldy kuri squash (Maisy Pancakes). . . .
→ Read More: [Countersurfer] Yogurtled guts, rotten kuri squash (evacuated), stapled burrito (seriously)
Breakfast Fed on 11/11, Thurs. Last day of roofing for Piz. His poor parents had to come over again to help, and although I did get some pictures of all of us, no one would want to see them, so here’s just one of Piz blowing shit off the roof. MP watched us again from the glass door. I did find some torn up ziplock bag that may have had some kind of snack crumb in it when I came downstairs. Fggggg Since she . . .
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Fed on 11/25, a couple of years ago. Happy Thanksgiving! This picture is a couple of years old, but it’s a turkeydog, nonetheless. I thought I had a much better shot of this but I couldn’t find it. Oh well. . . .
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Fed on 11/10. What a pretty little breakfast for Maisy Pancakes! Unlike most of her meals, this one doesn’t have blood, eggshells, or guts. There’s no weird combos, either. Just a nice fruity oat-rye meal. . . .
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Too Close To Food™ Maisy Pancakes! In case anyone was wondering if we wear barn gear for fun, you’d really like to hear that no, we were just roofing. We were on a pizza break from roofing. Piz has a flat roof over an old addition that has been patched and broken and patched and broken. It had reached the point beyond turd polishing, so we had to get down and actually fix this shit! Piz’s very nice parents were unluckily in town, so they had to come over . . .
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Fed on 11/9, Tuesday. These morning guts were lightly simmered in some turmeric and thyme, then yogurtled. There’s a little wheatgrass juice in there, too. I think it’s going to be “for real” one of the last non-life threateningly cold days until next July, so we are going to try to be outside today. Mostly preparing our houses for the winter. That means Piz does all these things with windows and screen doors, raking and mowing and all this and that. I may or may not gather up the extension cord that the pond pump is plugged into. I probably won’t pull off the hose, which is hanging into the pond from the last time I filled it back in August. I’ll try to go turn the water off to the outside hose from my basement, which I can’t do without a chair to stand on, which means that I probably won’t get to it. Things are so big. SO big. And I’m so small. Big things are really difficult for short people to handle. . . .
→ Read More: Yogurtled guts, salmon spinach, fish bones
Fed on 11/8, Monday. I’m OK with my house and fingers smelling like canned fish in the morning. I guess MP’s mouth-area also smells like fish for about an hour (but that’s all!), too. When I eat any fish (fresh, cooked, dried, smoked, rotten), I don’t really feel very fishy until after the meal, like when I take a sip from my after-fish tea cup. There is a “?” kind of thing where the lip of the cup is a little bit fishy. Then, you notice that there’s somewhere on your finger that smells fishy, too, but you can’t find it. (Yes, it was washed.) It usually turns out that there was a fish eye in my hair or something, that I discover the next day. . . .
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