When you feel flat feed it…
It’s been a bloody long time (LOL, bloody, sorry, not sorry for my personal amusement) since I’ve had to purchase the old feminine hygiene products, but I think there is still a hint of a cycle which fucks with my system.
When I’m feeling flat as a tack I feed it. Yep, iron rich lambs fry and bacon.
I possibly will not be adorning this with vegetables, possibly wont even make it to a plate, I’ll carnivore that shiz out of the pan.
As a kid I held the bowl in readiness for the livers to be extracted from the still steaming sheep guts after uncles and dad had cut a few throats. Sounds quite barbaric, but it was just farm life.
My other job was to roll cigarettes. Three different thicknesses for three different men. I stuck them in their mouths and made sure they stayed alight.
Hells Bells! Imagine asking our precious children to do that now! They would be taken away…mmmm…taken away!
Kids, wanna learn how to slaughter a sheep?