A scoby hook!

I needed one to reach down into the long-neck and pull out the loogie someone hocked down in there. Actually, it’s a miniature scoby, much tougher than a loogie, more like a quarter-sized piece of cadaver flesh.

Apparently, they’re quite good for you, but I’ll pass.

Reminds me a bit of when Carla and I spent our first year together in a remote cabin, deep in Ohio woods. Our closest neighbor lived in a Teepee with multiple children. She planned an afterbirth party to cook and eat…her afterbirth… with invited dinner guests. I said: “Thanks anyway, but we’re busy that night.” When she followed with the obvious: “But we don’t know when that will be”. I had to reiterate; we WILL be busy that night!

As a very liberal foodie, I’ll try almost anything, but I do balk at boiled afterbirth, and thick loogies in my kombucha.

Straining the drink into a glass isn’t the answer. I want to drink my brew cold, straight from the bottle, but without the dead jellyfish that floats on top.

Enter the scoby hook.

If you think that you would like to eat them, I could save a bunch in a Ziplock bag for you. I had a bag going but Carla thought they were bits of rotted squid and threw them out.

If you’re interested, just let me know …

Maverick Rides...

Giddy with the success of his first real heist, Maverick rode hard to the East, out of town, laughing in the headwinds. The thought of fat old Sheriff Dodd even getting onto his horse quickly was funny enough, but chasing Maverick down on that nag of his? The Sheriff  knew it was impossible. 

Sheriff Dodd would only gallop out of town for show.

Probably have a pint in his saddlebag for when he got to Indian Rock.

Just sit and watch.

Maverick was molded to the saddle he had ridden smooth since he was a kid, strapped onto the back of his partner in everything he did, the fastest stud in seven counties.

They were happy to ride all night, down into the moist thick of trees in the valley. By early morning, when the sun was starting to ignite the candle peaks of each jagged mountain top in front of them, one by one, they knew the only way to go from there was up…

Into the light and fire.

Mad with lust for anything that wasn’t behind them, they were excited to run, eager to take what they wanted of everything that lay ahead...knowing that everything, their wildest dreams, lay ahead.