And, with the advent of sunshine, and the waning of the raining, Phase II has come to its belated end. The steel lids are painted a lovely, gleaming obsidian black -- as black as space, as black as the recesses of my benighted soul. (That's hyperbole: my soul is not all that benighted and I'm working hard on illumination
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I'm not going to waste anything worth eating during that process. But there will be 'cue. Soon.
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Somebody has a name day on Dormition... just sayin'. (not that anybody observes my name day, either.)
You've got a good supply of your chosen hardwood, then, and will be bringing the whole thing up to temperature over a few hours...? (what's your poison... mix of hickory and oak, or...?)
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True enough about Dormition. However, we have two college move-ins over the subsequent two weeks -- the first on the Monday and Tuesday after Dormition (in Annapoli$). We may not be in shape to cook anything for a bit. Sadly.
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