Amish Bacon

Terra and I drove out to Wilcox and I finally looked into the Amish grocery store out there. Talk about weird. They had a whole section of used cereal. At least, it seemed used. Most of the boxes were bent, and taped up. Many had dates like "April 5, 2005." It was April 25.

Sure, I'm not so hung up on those dates that I think 20 days is going to harm anyone. But still, it's weird.

There was some Amish Jelly, I thought about buying some. The ingredients were pretty simple:

Ingredients:
grape juice, sugar, pectin.  
May contain Kool-Aid.

Kool-Aid? I picked out some dog treats. Terra doesn't mind. Then I saw the bacon. Bacon doesn't have an expiration date, which is weird. I looked all over for it. It was a decent name brand, Hillshire-something-or-other. Sure, I'll buy some dollar-bacon from the Amish.

What was I thinking? I took it home (Terra was enjoying her cheese-beef dog treats) and opened it up. It was a little slimy, and smelled sweet. Kind of rancid-like.

I threw it in the yard and the neighbor cats pounced on it. It is a real sight to see a smug looking cat gnawing on some raw bacon. I hope they are okay. ...or not.

--gh

Fred Sanford

Sanford and Son is one of my most favorite shows. I have been watching it since I was a kid.

I just realized that I don't think I have ever seen the same episode twice.

Maybe the show is un-repeatable. The content is spontaneously generated from the ether. It is the quintessence.

Sanford and Son is the fifth element...

--gh

Ever-n

I don't find it
distracting, when
a person stammers
and stutters
in my presence.

I keep thinking
that I am a good
person
for listening and
waiting
and having patience.

The stutterer,
on the other hand
has no care about
how I feel about it.

In the future,
like the space future,
everyone will have
southern accents.

--gh