So Sam and I wanted to make Acorn flour, because doing things like that makes us feel tough. It turns out, making acorn flour is hard. That’s proly why most people don’t do it. Heck, people don’t even eat the walnuts on their walnut trees, and you don’t even have to boil those in twenty-five … Continue reading Adventures in the Piedmont- Making Acorn Flour
Speaking of fish, let’s talk about squirrels for a minute.-----warning-----this story is pretty gross---------------------------------I found the squirrel a block away from the house. Lying in the sun, dead.“A squirrel!” I said, leaning over my bike to look at it. “Maybe even fresh!” The squirrel looked recent, almost lively. Kimber pulled her bike around to look … Continue reading I skinned a squirrel, and I liked it
I have decided that acorns are the most beautiful thing. I have started a collection. A survey. Oak trees of the sprawling Piedmont. It used to be so beautiful here. I gather them by the handful, now, wherever I find them. Fat, long, dusted with a sort of wax. Caps fallen off or at a … Continue reading In the middle of it all, was a lake
I gathered a bunch of acorns from a tree, two blocks away, dropping acorns all over the place, in the dirt, in the mud when it rained. The only tree I found, with acorns like in my imagination, acorns all over the place, leaves changing against a shocking blue sky. Carolina blue. The marching band … Continue reading Pumpkin Pie Is Gluten Free If You Take The Crust Off
Des Ark, seen live both as a rock band or, if you're lucky, as Aimee Argote herself- solo. If you haven't heard her music, welcome. It will break your heart.
Yesterday was hot. Nearly ninety degrees. After sunset the air cooled a little, and we rallied at a patch of grass to play Fugitive.I had never played Fugitive before. I was, however, excited. A few friends came wearing running shoes and short-shorts, for sprinting. Others had layers for disguising- an extra hat or a different … Continue reading Fugitive
Yesterday Sam and I biked 50 miles to another town where some friends live. The weather, incredibly, has been 80 degrees and sunny everyday, and tomorrow it's going to be 85. The ride was hot but I enjoyed the rolling NC countryside in these parts, a sort of windows desktop stocked with ponies, edged in … Continue reading Bike Trip, Questions That Have No Answers