Over the years I camped in the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. Skunks we’re a regular part of the campground experience. I don’t recall them ever spraying folks while I was there, but a crowded spot like that could be such a trigger! I much preferred the back country... mostly because of humans!
Ha-ha-ha! Mirthful indeed. A friend of Eastern European ancestors shared a saying from the “old country”. If you find a fecal bolus it is best not to kick it.” Not unlike skunks. 🤔 Chaucer or Shakespeare wrote “...enshrined in a fecal bolus” to make light of some triviality.
I digress...
I read and enjoyed the article you linked to skunk myths. I think I would bust a gasket (mine) if I watched a skunk performing its warning dance! “You can dance if you want to”, a lyric from “Safety Dance.” 😬
Hurrah for healing quads! Up on nimble feet, what fate awaits the berries? Strawberries picked from your go-to farm perhaps? With or without whipped cream? (Is the sale of whipped cream in canisters regulated by your grocers? Huffing dangers and deaths have precipitated this action in some locations. Mostly aimed at youth. Ironic that nitrous oxide is called “laughing gas” when abuse can lead to death. 🤷🏽)
Beware of skunks, whip your own whipped cream (to avoid excess laughter while in the kitchen), and celebrate this and every day!
We still have two bags of frozen wild black raspberries from last June! I'm defrosting them and eating them with me cereal. Yum!
I whip my own cream. Did I tell you about the pound cake recipe I've fallen in love with? Tonight I'm making cast iron skillet corn cake, I mean bread. Yum! Yum! Yum!
Yum, indeed! For me growing up listening to radio theater, development of my imagination got kick started. I believe I once shared a case study from a college course of a person who’d been blind since birth due to a problem that later responded to surgery. After the doctors removed the bandages, he asked the surgeons to undo what they had done. He added that the world in his imagination was far more wonderful than the real one!
Cast iron skillet corn bread often acquires whole kernels of corn and jalapeño pieces around my kitchen. 🙃 I recently made the large size muffin tins with those ingredients and they quickly vanished. Izzie didn’t get the first bite. 😉
“With me cereal,” eh? Pirate talk?🤔😁 There is nothing better than wild berries for flavor. I recall you mentioning the pound cake. Low calorie variety, right? If you shared the recipe once before would you mind a second share? It might become part of my Valentine’s Day dinner for us.
T-shirt: “I’m at that age where my mind still thinks I’m 29, my humor suggests I’m 12, while my body mostly keeps asking if I’m sure I’m not dead yet.” 😁
Our IR “security” camera in back (quotes because it helps with things like seed theft [deer], odd footprints [raccoons and cats], and “is that skunk smell?” [yup!]) have determined that our skunk visitors are very rare and always in a hurry to be elsewhere.
I don't think that I would want to get close enough to a skunk, let alone kick one :)
Wisdom is respect for a skunk's personal space!
Over the years I camped in the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. Skunks we’re a regular part of the campground experience. I don’t recall them ever spraying folks while I was there, but a crowded spot like that could be such a trigger! I much preferred the back country... mostly because of humans!
Since living in Florida I haven't seen or smelled a skunk unlike when I lived in Wisconsin.
Ha-ha-ha! Mirthful indeed. A friend of Eastern European ancestors shared a saying from the “old country”. If you find a fecal bolus it is best not to kick it.” Not unlike skunks. 🤔 Chaucer or Shakespeare wrote “...enshrined in a fecal bolus” to make light of some triviality.
I digress...
I read and enjoyed the article you linked to skunk myths. I think I would bust a gasket (mine) if I watched a skunk performing its warning dance! “You can dance if you want to”, a lyric from “Safety Dance.” 😬
Hurrah for healing quads! Up on nimble feet, what fate awaits the berries? Strawberries picked from your go-to farm perhaps? With or without whipped cream? (Is the sale of whipped cream in canisters regulated by your grocers? Huffing dangers and deaths have precipitated this action in some locations. Mostly aimed at youth. Ironic that nitrous oxide is called “laughing gas” when abuse can lead to death. 🤷🏽)
Beware of skunks, whip your own whipped cream (to avoid excess laughter while in the kitchen), and celebrate this and every day!
I found a video... The dance was more exciting in my imagination. 😂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWXY4VDyM0Q
We still have two bags of frozen wild black raspberries from last June! I'm defrosting them and eating them with me cereal. Yum!
I whip my own cream. Did I tell you about the pound cake recipe I've fallen in love with? Tonight I'm making cast iron skillet corn cake, I mean bread. Yum! Yum! Yum!
Yum, indeed! For me growing up listening to radio theater, development of my imagination got kick started. I believe I once shared a case study from a college course of a person who’d been blind since birth due to a problem that later responded to surgery. After the doctors removed the bandages, he asked the surgeons to undo what they had done. He added that the world in his imagination was far more wonderful than the real one!
Cast iron skillet corn bread often acquires whole kernels of corn and jalapeño pieces around my kitchen. 🙃 I recently made the large size muffin tins with those ingredients and they quickly vanished. Izzie didn’t get the first bite. 😉
“With me cereal,” eh? Pirate talk?🤔😁 There is nothing better than wild berries for flavor. I recall you mentioning the pound cake. Low calorie variety, right? If you shared the recipe once before would you mind a second share? It might become part of my Valentine’s Day dinner for us.
I’ll dream of stomping skunks tonight...😱
Perfection is overrated! I have have learned to embrace my penchant for typos as an adorable personality quirk. 😉
Jalapeños you say… that would be a fascinating addition. Going to try it!
Pound cake recipe:
https://alexandracooks.com/2022/12/04/better-than-classic-pound-cake-one-bowl-hand-mixed/
Good morning Gail!
Thanks for the pound cake recipe. It sounds like the real deal...
Growing up, older folks would pronounce “recipe” like “receipt.” So I am now in receipt of your recipe! 🙃
I/Thou, COOKINGCO-CONSPIRATORS!
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The tomato soup recipe I shared a few weeks back also came from Alexandra’s Kitchen. I’m a follower!
I/Thou, MAGICALKITCHENMATH!
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Hahah! I love the quote about the skunk!
Sometimes LIFE tosses me exactly what I need. 🙌🏼
T-shirt: “I’m at that age where my mind still thinks I’m 29, my humor suggests I’m 12, while my body mostly keeps asking if I’m sure I’m not dead yet.” 😁
Our IR “security” camera in back (quotes because it helps with things like seed theft [deer], odd footprints [raccoons and cats], and “is that skunk smell?” [yup!]) have determined that our skunk visitors are very rare and always in a hurry to be elsewhere.
I like your drawn skunk!
My dad will get a kick out of the t-shirt quote!
Thanks for the art appreciation. I am having so much fun with drawing!
Happy anniversary to you and Deb! I loved yesterday's photo-full newsletter delivery. ❤️