There was a recipe from a newspaper cut out and laying on the counter. It looked exotic and tasty. So I made it.
And it was.
Today the geese are flying north, poor birds. The pond outside Cabela's is almost all mud with some ice, but the geese rest there overnight. This morning they are heading to the stubble fields. Either that or they are foretelling an early spring. That'd be nice.
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