This morning

This morning, as I walked out into the misty, cool day, intent on the things that Life has presented me, I came across Brother Coyote, breaking his fast with the contents of a white plastic trash bag that some early riser had placed out on the curb for pickup. He seemed not at all concerned at my presence, for even though I was across the parking lot from him, I had no doubt at all that he knew I was there. He seemed a bit bedraggled, but I imagine that spending Thanksgiving night in the rain would leave even the most well-groomed of us looking a bit out of sorts. I thought, briefly, of warning him off, but changed my mind. Who am I to prevent another from taking advantage of our tendency to fill the world with garbage? Besides, it's unlikely he would have left for long. The number of beings in this world that can truly tell Brother Coyote what to do is few and far between, and even those he doesn't listen to for long.

God reminds us that we are not alone on this world in many small and varying ways.

Pioneers in Culinary Genius

The turducken has been improved upon (if "improved" is the word you want to use), possibly in the only way possible short of deep frying it like a State Fair experiment. I give you ... the turbaconducken. That's right, friends and neighbors, a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken, wrapped in BACON!!!