A blog chronicling my departure from urban life on the east coast to sheep farm and cheese making life on the west coast. Still recounting the meals I have eaten in my new setting, but with more sheep thrown into the mix.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Chicken Lunch
My mother roasted a chicken on Saturday. I ate one of its drumsticks, a potato and a carrot.
Well, these aren't your typical conservatives and, actually, I'm not sure necessarily that they all are conservatives. They're smart--the school's pretty good--but they're the fraternity joining, khaki and polo shirt wearing variety of youth. Although they wouldn't have come to this school if they didn't like hiking and camping and outdoorsy stuff.
Yeah, they ride bikes like you wouldn't believe. But that may be in part because parking's such a bitch.
My mother roasted a chicken on Saturday. I ate one of its drumsticks, a potato and a carrot.
2 comments:
I didn't know conservatives rode bikes.
Well, these aren't your typical conservatives and, actually, I'm not sure necessarily that they all are conservatives. They're smart--the school's pretty good--but they're the fraternity joining, khaki and polo shirt wearing variety of youth. Although they wouldn't have come to this school if they didn't like hiking and camping and outdoorsy stuff.
Yeah, they ride bikes like you wouldn't believe. But that may be in part because parking's such a bitch.
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