Had a couple of care packages from readers today. One of a box of military-grade peanut brittle, upon which I’m currently gorging. Probably make myself sick again.
Another, much more complex…
Don’t even know where to start. There’s some seriously useful stuff in here, and I’m grateful for all the thought that went into it.
Also – to the person who sent me the $5 for the solar power e-booklet – you know how close that came to going straight into the burn barrel? You send me an envelope with a return address that starts “From the Law Offices of” … well…
How likely is that to contain good news? 🙂
Also – This is the solstice, the darkest day. From here, it may still get colder but it can only get brighter. Live with a tiny little solar power system in a shadowy hollow, and you find out that really means something. On to the equinox!
I’m reading your post out loud to an interested (well, captive, anyway) audience and we wanna know what makes the peanut brittle “military grade”?
Also, I’m pleased to find I have many of the same items as your care package in the chair. Except for your favorite, spam. No spam. Nope, only in dire straits, thankyouverymuch. The duct tape is a nice addition to the food. Can’t have too much quack tape. Unlike spam.
Happy post-solstice days, Joel!
Robert, I think that’s Joel’s way of saying it’s some kick-ass brittle, which it is (the same company also makes cashew & pecan brittle; I’ve yet to taste those, but the very thought makes my mouth water). Check out brittlebrothers.com.
Anyone who’s served knows that military-grade food is rarely good, unless you served in the USN (me) or the USAF. Even the Army & Marines do well on holidays & occasional other times. Maybe your tastes are different; hell, I loved SOS, & still do.
No spam? Man, fried Spam was a delicacy growing up (still is, for me). Then again, I ate a lot of fried bologna, too. Hardee’s sells it now. I’ll be damned if I’ll pay them for it. We only ate it ’cause we couldn’t afford anything better.
Joel, I feel like a cheapskate for not sending more. I got to work Monday & there was a pound of peanut brittle on the table in the foyer. I thought they’d blown the delivery address. Turns out it was from the landlord company that owns the industrial park. I reckon my parent company pays them plenty, if they can do this for every tenant. Then again, wouldn’t do for you to have too much. It wouldn’t fit with the austere desert hermit image. Glad you liked it. Merry Christmas!
🙂 Yeah, not to mention that I need to keep my teeth in my head. This much was just enough, and I thankee.
TBudd: Thanks, I’ll check them out.
During sea trials I once ate c-rats canned about the same year I was born. Put enough salt in spaghetti and it’ll last forever. Uck. SOS was pretty good. I grew up with bologna fried in lotsa grease; my cardiologist says to stop it. As for SPAM- nope. Only in extremis.