Thursday, January 24, 2019

sky giblets

It has rained pretty much consistently today. Not big drops, but not small either. Just medium-sized blobs falling from above. Grey and grisly, in one sense. Nourishing in another.

"Sky giblets" comes to mind, though it hardly seems exact or fitting.

As kids, we learned how to gut out a chicken and -- bleah -- pluck the damned thing. Dunk the carcass in a vat of boiling paraffin and water and then pluck-pluck-pluck. Carefully cut the gizzard so as not to make a mess of the stones within. No one wore sanitizing or sanitized gloves.

It tasted OK on the plate later, you had to admit.

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