There have been some generous donations to TUAK over the past couple of weeks and I want to say thank you very much. Most of that gets spent on Internet access and glaucoma meds, but every now and then I can’t resist taking some of it to town.
That’s ten gallons of gasoline and fourteen of propane, plus my usual drinking water refills which don’t cost hardly nuttin’ and didn’t come from the blog.
I’ve gotta say, when winter rolls around an old man’s fancy turns to thoughts of full propane bottles, especially this old man who remembers the winter of ’08-’09, the Winter of Layers, when I had to ration every ounce of the flamey stuff. So some of your kind contributions did go to cooking Uncle Joel’s bread. But nothing more frivolous than that. Honest.
Well…maybe just a little something for cooking Uncle Joel’s liver.
ETA: The morning wind often blows in a change of weather, and it’s rarely an improvement. This one is no exception. It’s starting to look like I’m staring down the barrel of the season’s first winter storm, and it’s with batteries at half mast. So if things go quiet here tomorrow, that’s why. I’m just hunkering down with lots of firewood and a good book, and I’ll be back to bitch and moan about it as quickly as ever I can.
Evan Williams is very good for cheap, err, inexpensive bourbon.
For a Kentucky whiskey, I prefer it to Beam, especially at $10 a bottle.
Cheers!