Not a snack here this morning:

Some decent bacon, sauteed onions and peppers from the garden, couple of eggs from the ladies out in the Gulag fried in the bacon grease, topped with fresh pico de gallo salsa made with fresh garden ingedients too. Not in the pic, a buttered slice of homemade herb bread.

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It was wonderful.

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?