Traded the German neighbor, Heinz, a dozen eggs for some sausage he made. Buttermilk, onion, garlic, and some red pepper and he doesn't remember what all else. His wife and I laughed at that when he dug it out of the freezer for me.

Anyway, with some of my kraut made back in November and a big slice of volkkornbrot I made yesterday:

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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?