Posted on 07/03/2014 11:39:53 AM PDT by skeptoid
Nome is used to rowdy residents, but some relatively new transplants are making a real nuisance of themselves -- although unlike the colorful characters of the early 20th century gold rush days, these visitors have four legs, not two.
Musk oxen are wandering into the city on the Seward Peninsula, and despite loud noises, water hoses and even a blow-up bear coated in ursine urine, they don't want to leave.
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I’m still drinking tea by the gallons. Well, I exaggerated slightly. A LOT. My stress level must be off the chart. And no wine in sight.
I backed up my computer to a thumb drive, so now it’s in two places. I will get a larger capacity thumb drive and back up the slave.
There must be something I’ve forgotten...
Good for Fredd!!
Just had a cat grumping about the laundry basket being carried downstairs.
Why, it exists solely to be a cushion for a furry backside, how dare we move it!
I used to have 2 cats. The laundry basket was pure fun to watch them fight over it.
“I’m fluffier, I sit HERE!”
*one cat sits on other cat*
Our one cat wouldn’t get out of the basket for many hours knowing the other cat wanted it. She would attempt to get out and if she heard the other cat coming in the room she acted like she loved that basket when in reality she wanted out. She just didn’t want the other cat to have it.
I...have seen that in action.
But with the bed.
“Dis MY bed, da hyoomans have left it for Meeee!”
It was pure entertainment to watch.
Glad to know Fredd is doing better.
thanks
Has an interesting but likeable flavor - not sure what I can compare it to. We ate them off the plant, and Grandma made preserves out of them. I don't recal that she made them into pies as this vid suggests, but she did make pies out of a mix of the stuff that grew there, so she may have included them in that concoction.. ;-)
They (like tomatoes, potatoes, peppers, eggplant) are members of the Nightshade family, so don't eat the green parts... ;-)
Hey, it was Grandma's pie. It was always good. You never asked what was in it...
Just don't let the _resident know there's dog on the menu... ;-)
I thought they were in Las Vegas...
Ok, its from a joke.. glad Fredd is more betterer.. ;-)
;)
Awwww.
If I weaken for a second and think I want a kitten, my neighbor the Crazy Cat Lady will feel the vibes and be on my doorstep with one. Or more!
No kitten, no kitten, not cute, really ...
Ah. Thanks! My mother, rest her soul, said they were poison...and they grew wild where we were.
She would have canned them, had she known, and most likely made pie!
Well... when they're green they are ;-) Just like the green on a potato when it's left in the sunlight. Or eating tomato leaves...
Nightshades are like that...
On an informative note, the atropine/hyoscine (scopolamine)/hyoscyamine present in the not-good-for-you parts of the nightshades tends to be bitter and not something a normal person would tend to consume. The 'cherries' of this plant when ripe (i.e. not green) are sweet and have a pleasant taste. If you do bite one and it's bitter, toss it. ;-)
And speaking of nightshades, today I brought in about a dozen red colored plum-shaped fruits I found hanging around my forest of nightshade vines... ;-) I'm suspicioning that they will never make it into the sauce due to consumption in their 'raw off the vine' state.
Although when production ramps up there will be too many to consume that way...
I recall the days when we would take a salt shaker, lift up the tarp protecting said nightshades from sunburn, lean up against a stake and munch until we were full. There was quite a procedure to do it correctly, you know. ;o]
One doesn’t just grab one off the vine and eat. One must wipe the dust off on a shirt or pair of shorts, lick an appropriate spot on the fruit, sprinkle salt on the wet spot then nip the skin to make a small opening where the meat could be seen.
Then and only then would we add more salt and begin to suck the meat and juices out of the fruit, adding more salt after each swallow. The rest of it was eaten by little nibbles at a time, always with a dusting of salt. After about the third one, we would head for the house...full.
PS: The next best thing was a tomato sandwich...white bread, mayonnaise, salt. Yah. Like that.
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