And the wild dogs in the mountains to the north of us come down

[sovay]

There were coyotes yipping and howling somewhere outside the house last night. Not dogs; or at least I have never heard a dog make that thin, almost whinnying keen before. I will be curious to hear if they return tonight. I expect I will still be awake.

From the sublime to the sugar-laden: for Thanksgiving, Burdick's is selling little chocolate turkeys with sliced almond tails. The dark ones are filled with clementine ganache, the milk with pecan, bourbon, and chestnut. I framed this one in its natural habitat, which was apparently on top of Georgette Heyer's The Toll-Gate (1954). It did not survive long. Fortunately, I memorialized it first.



Most of today was spent with gaudior and rushthatspeaks and an absolutely ridiculous recipe for Baileys brownies which I believe originated with tamnonlinear. My blood sugar might not forgive me until the end of the week, but I was impressed. And the conversation was even better.

I should know more obscene Greek verbs.

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wakanomori would/will appreciate your instinct to memorialize before consuming.

I envy you hearing the coyotes. They're all around here, but I've never heard them calling.

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I envy you hearing the coyotes. They're all around here, but I've never heard them calling.

I didn't think we had any in this area. I am glad to have them.