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Friday, May 20, 2016 | |


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Baked Possum

1 dressed possum
1 tablespoon butter
1 large onion
1 cup breadcrumbs
1/2 teaspoon chopped red pepper
Dash of steak sauce
1 hard-boiled egg, chopped
Salt to taste
Small amount of water
1 or 2 sprigs of sassafras root
Dress the possum or have it done for you. For the stuffing: Melt butter in frying pan and add onion. When onion begins to brown, add chopped liver of possum and cook until tender and well-done. Add breadcrumbs, red pepper, steak sauce, egg, salt, and water to moisten mixture.
Stuff the possum with the mixture and sew up the opening. Put in a roasting pan, add 2 tablespoons water, and roast in moderate oven (300–350 degrees) until meat is very tender and a golden brown.
Baste the possum frequently with its own fat. When it is done, take from oven, remove stitches, and put possum on a hot platter. Skim the grease from the drippings and serve gravy in a separate dish.
To add flavor, slip a sprig or two of sassafras root down into the stuffing between the stitches after you have sewn the possum up.
Serve the possum with baked sweet potatoes and green vegetables along with cornbread and coffee or milk.

time to warm up this 3/4 day trip starts off right!

Tuesday, May 17, 2016 | |

Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged a comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?
There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below
We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
From that snow in the nighttime
Just going
And going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning
In the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I have been
And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever
In a mud-butt, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror
Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December
I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

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