Centrifugal, Centripetal

Centrifugal (I love the fugal in there) is force directed from the center toward the outside, centripetal force, also called afferent, brings it back toward the center. The modern circus, the American Traveling Circus, started as a horse show, when a horse trainer in England discovered that a ring of 42 feet worked best for tricks on horseback. Stopped at the lake on the way home because a guy was launching a small boat and needed a hand. Two fly-rods in the boat, so we talked fly-fishing for a bit, match the hatch, all that; he ties his own flies, and I gave him a couple of squirrel tails I had in the truck. Warm enough to not need a fire, but I start one anyway, to make the butter-nut squash soup for staff. I love this dish, and It's always interesting, the differences, how or whether the starches have fully converted. I'll be using leached acorn flour for thickening. A medium squash, peeled and chunked, simmered in chicken broth, with salt, pepper, allspice, and a little ground ginger, thicken, run it through the blender, add cream. I make similar soups with almost any vegetable, and a great many other things, varying the herbs and spices: shrimp, mushrooms, spinach, cherries, mustard greens are assertive, and I made a turnip version, last year, that was top notch but needs a name other than Turnip Soup, which doesn't fall so trippingly off the tongue. I love the entire turnip family, I do a caramelized rutabaga dish that once resulted in a marriage proposal. I turned her down, because I knew she just liked my cooking. That might have been the basis of a relationship in the past, but I require conversation and she was an air-head. She had a nice body and I did think twice. But, fuck, a relationship built on a side dish doesn't seem doable. I think about how my cooking, now, reflects the equipage. The wood cookstove allows all these options, cooking something for hours, leaching acorns, getting an oven very hot. My house is thirty-six feet wide, from the cookstove to my desk, but I never walk directly, or rarely, so I borrowed one of the measuring devices that you roll along and it tells you how many feet you've gone, from a city-worker guy that had one. I used the: "Hey, I work at the museum!" ploy, and it went perfectly. I like playing with new tools. A normal move, when I get up and roll a smoke and get a drink and feed the stove, is within a tenth of 42. I look like a serious dufus, rolling this thing around, but I appreciate the information. It seems to gibe with something. Yes, right, 42. Here's another cool thing, after I had cooked the squash in chicken broth, I needed to take the lid off, so I could let it cool, and I released several thousand BTUs that were pregnant with earthy smells. Almost as good as part of that. What actually happens. Cooking, I make some assumptions, rosemary goes well with lamb., maybe I make some substitutions, one thing for another, the deal is I always tell the truth. Factor that.