From now on, on Fridays, I propose we share something special: A comfort food we are enjoying, or one that we wish we were enjoying. I’ll kick us off…
I wish I had taken a picture of the late supper I had today, but it didn’t occur to me until I had already gobbled it all up. It was outstanding.
I had something off the menu of my favorite local restaurant called General Tso’s Chicken Sliders (with slaw on them), sweet tater fries, and a small bowl of green beans (cooked with bacon). All of it was exceptional.
The pictures I got here off the internet are only approximations. The presentation and the taste of what I actually enjoyed today was much, much better. I can’t find any perfect representation of it on the internet.
I got tired of carrying booze, fuel, and medicine and got the bright idea to see if a strong enough whiskey might not serve all three purposes.
#WhiskeyStoves #BoozeForFuel #PocketCooking #ThePracticalWoodsman #PleasantHillbillyPickle
For centuries, families across Britain slept in what was known as a box bed, a wooden bed built into the wall or enclosed with doors, designed to keep out the bitter cold of winter.
Far more than a place to sleep, the box bed was a practical solution in cottages where space was limited and every bit of warmth mattered. By enclosing the bed, families trapped precious heat, reduced draughts and gained a little privacy in homes where several generations often lived under one roof.
These humble beds witnessed every stage of life. Children were tucked into them at night, babies were born in them, and loved ones spent their final hours there, surrounded by family. In many cottages, the box bed even formed part of the wall itself, helping divide the living and sleeping areas of a single-room home.
To modern eyes they may seem cramped, but to those who lived through harsh winters with little comfort, the box bed was a warm, secure refuge, a simple piece of craftsmanship that helped ordinary families ...
