This is an archive of daily observations written by my friend Tom Bridwell. I am not the author, merely a facilitator for Tom, who lives at the edge of the grid. He notices a lot of things and these are his posts, written from the vantage of a ridge top in the hills of Southern Ohio.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Fair Game
I'd love those copper ramikins, I could make something in them, a pot pie or something. A clam stew with a crust, a crab something. A crow dish, two birds and some acorns, a hand-full of herbs. I'm fair game when it comes to pots.
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