I just sat down, mere hours to go before bedtime and our deadline to have our year’s worth of food pickled, salted, dried, fermented, freeze dried, stored, butchered, frozen, and who knows what else (in my abject exhaustion, I’m unsure of how I’m even using my fingers to write this so if I forget a thing or two, I think it reasonable). But, yes, back to…
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