The Hermit is going duck hunting, probably gone by the time I arrive home on Friday. He's going with a dear old friend from his "old life"; funny how we ended up not so far away from there now. I don't begrudge him a good opening day of duck hunting; everybody's gotta get out once in a while and find what it means to live.
I have in front of me a beer kit, and all the necessary equipment, a fairly new slow cooker, and a state-of-the-art new bread machine. All that is to say, if you need to find me, I'll be in the cook shed. And I'll probably be taking some pictures along the way! Fresh bread, wort in the fermenter, and a simmering stew...now this is living!!!
Of course, it would be a fabulous weekend for a hike at the state park along the Kettle River close by...so many choices, so little time.