real life

We just paddled up to the organic butcher's and got ourselves half a cow. An entire cardboard box of which is full of 500g baggies of mince.

We'll have fun gnawing that lot down to nothing. And in the meantime, we have a lot of steak and chops. And approximately seven kilos of mince. Whoops.

Given that my little darlings and I have put a dent in six kilos of chicken thighs, this past week, I don't think it's that much of a problem.

Besides, I know like a billion and one things to do with mince.

World-building on B'Nar will commence next week. I have to figure out the basic plot. Probably something akin to Outsider-Makes-Good whilst also analysing the culture inherent in B'Nar. Which is, since it's a corporate run nigh-ascention technopunk world, possibly edging onto morally bankrupt. People are interchangeable parts of the greater machine. Children are almost non-existent luxuries for the rich.

It's going to be fun working this one out.

Let's see how well it goes.

When I was a kid, you could get mutton everywhere. For those poor babies who don't know what flavour is, mutton is a full-grown sheep's meat. It completely mystifies me as to why everyone wants random lamb a-ding-dong, because mutton has a rich flavour that should be experienced.

And since Australia flourished on the sheep's back at the time, you could not only get mutton for cheap, but there were also plenty of sources of a thing called 'hogget'. Which is Olde