I have good reason neither for going dormant with respect to blogging nor for resuming even a scintilla of activity now, with this. Then again, why not?
Anyhow, we are going camping this weekend, and by we, I mean my spouse and myself, plus our two dogs. Plus about a dozen friends from the San Francisco Extreme Croquet Club.
(Is dormancy contagious? Did the club infect me? Or I it? I digress…)
Mostly owing to my better half’s pursuit of these particular culinary interests, we’ve begun doing some of our own fermented foods (pictured: red cabbage sauerkraut and dill pickles), and, even more recently, dried foods (not pictured: the glorious, jerkyfied end product of 3 lbs chuck sliced, subjected to moonlight marinade, and a work day’s worth of electric-fanned 180 degree weather — a housemade dried meat concoction so impossibly good, that upon tasting it only once, for ever more, just hearing the words “slim jim” will cause involuntarily projectile vomiting of your own entire head).