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I've cooked countless chicken eggs and a handful of duck eggs (with a splash of raw milk), but one day I'd like to get my hands on an ostrich egg and try an omelette. ChatGPT, meanwhile, couldn't quite get that ostrich outside the house.

Fried rice on a cast-iron fajita plate, a Clearly Canadian to drink, and a flood of 1990s Colorado memories (including chugging a glass bottle at the gates of Red Rocks). Then the gut punch: 24 grams of sugar. This might be my last Clearly Canadian.

Alice Roosevelt's father once said, "I can either run the country or I can attend to Alice, but I cannot possibly do both." In fifteen months she attended 407 dinners, 350 balls, and 300 parties. Why do I think Paris Hilton of the 1800s? Also: defenestration. Good word.

Roast duck isn't quite as spectacular as smoked, but it's still worth the effort. The real trick is finding a source for ducks big enough to make it pay off.

The dumbest thing is laboring over a hot meal only to eat it cold, so I put cast iron fajita plates on my Christmas list. No fajita fixings on hand, so I tested them with scrambled eggs, sausage and english muffins. Everything stayed hot. Highly recommended.

For years, twice a trip on a long, empty stretch of Florida Hwy 65 through Apalachicola National Forest, I'd think to film the crosswalk in the middle of nowhere, too late. One year I finally caught it. There is just so much nothing out there, and I want to know the deal.

Is it wrong to laugh aloud at your own writing? Scrolling back to the start of my old Blogger blog, I found a 2005 gem about a mailbox granted a new axis of freedom. Truly a blessing. Also, the kids chose church-yard landscaping over cartoons, in their Halloween costumes.

A theory holds that dreams exist so the visual cortex can defend its turf, keeping the occipital cortex active at night so neighboring senses do not muscle in during the dark. I wonder if frustration at a learning curve is me fighting my own diminishing plasticity.

Sixteen acres in Jasper, my outdoor gym: three acres of 6-to-8-foot weeds tangled with thorny vines, the right tools, and a quadcopter for progress pics. The best part of the whole grueling process is lighting it all on fire at the end of the day.