I had the exact same experience with the elephant garlic, they took forever to sprout, long enough that I actually dug one of them up to check that they hadn’t been eaten or something.
Just a rock-licker who loves all things sci-fi, boardgames, and growing my own food, especially heirloom tomatoes.
I had the exact same experience with the elephant garlic, they took forever to sprout, long enough that I actually dug one of them up to check that they hadn’t been eaten or something.
It might be! That was one of the varieties I planted this year, though the cloves I put in the ground looked like normal shaped cloves, just scaled up a bit.
I’ll confess I do this with some regularity. If I unwrap a piece of cheese and see it’s moldy, well I’m not tossing a nice hunk of aged gouda in the trash! I’ll slice the mold off, then do a sniff and nibble test. If it still tastes moldy, keep slicing until it doesn’t.
I’ve done this since I was a kid, so who knows if it’s actually safe, or if I’ve just spent decades rolling the dice and getting lucky.
Maybe a beef belly cut that’s been smoked and thinly sliced, similarly to regular bacon?
I’ve come to learn your brain is really good at subconscious processing of things that don’t quite make it to conscious awareness. Some part of your brain saw the cop and the deer and was trying to alert the rest of you.
I had that happen once when I was out hiking alone doing geology research. I reached this area of the woods and was suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of TIME TO LEAVE. I tried arguing with myself that there was still enough daylight to check out an outcrop I could see in the distance, but the feeling got so powerful, I finally gave in and called it quits for the day.
I realized while walking out, that with all the little noises of the quail and other animals I’d been hearing all day, that spot in the woods had been silent. The next time I visited the area (and not alone this time), I found a cave right behind where I’d been standing, with fresh mountain lion tracks. Who knows, some part of me might have seen a mountain lion in that cave and was doing everything it could to tell me to get the fuck away!
Why thank you! There’s a few “genres” of cooking and baking that I know well enough to freestyle, and a lot of it is just tasting and knowing how to balance if you’ve gone too far in one aspect or another.
Like for example, I wouldn’t normally make this with corn in it, but I’d tossed a bunch of jalapenos in with the pork that had turned extra spicy with heat stress from a recent heatwave in my area. So in tasting the stew, I decided it was overly spicy, and dumping in a half cup of corn took the spice down a notch.
Hah, the number on my bank account sometimes feels like it’s just pixels.
But most valuable to me would be old irc chatlogs with people who’ve passed. It’s been years since I’ve felt the need to pull them out and read them, but I’m happy to know they’re there.
Perhaps try dehydrating the paste into a powder? Don’t know how much flavor charge you’d get, as that’d probably volatilize some aromatics, but could be worth a trial run.
Not to make light of things, but the first thought that came to my head for counteracting bad tasting medicine is a spoonful of sugar.
Here’s to getting all those achievable goals!
On the pill front, is it possible to crush them and mix with something more easily swallowable?
I’m subscribed to both! And I’ve tossed a couple butts your way already -
Maybe swimming for exercise? Not in a gator-pond, but are there local community pools nearby?
Hah, that sounds like me! I started a few communities in places where I knew I could supply some OC, and so far its been mostly just me posting my stuff, but I’m stoked whenever I get comments!
I’m in southern California and I think most houses have gas hookups for driers, often with gas stoves and gas water heaters too.