Winter pursuits.
Pass the all-spice. Now the dried currents. Okay, now shake this up. Shake harder! HARDER! That's good. Okay ... now we need five coconuts, cracked like hen's eggs. Hurry, hurry! Jebus Christmas. It's so hard to get good ingredients this time of year. How the hell am I supposed to make Madagascarian ratatouille without five coconuts cracked like hen's eggs? What the hell are we supposed to eat between now and St. Swithun's day? Coal dust? Hammer handles? (Actually, they're pretty close to corn on the cob if you close your eyes ... and your mouth.) It's a bit of an issue. Aside from working on the next episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN , our podcast, and the various songs contained therein, we do try to keep busy here inside the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill as the snow falls in sheets, covering the rolling farmland of upstate New York like a bedspread. It seems to slow everything down to a crawl this time of year. And yes, that is a lame attempt to blame the l...