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@jabel Makes sense! I suspect it was hard to get spices in rural areas, or grow enough herbs to season the amount of food that might need to be made to sustain an 18th or 19th century farming family in PA or Indiana. And starch + meaty scraps = the thrifty farm food loaf that is scrapple.
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@jabel Now that I think about it (with second cup of coffee), I like most sausage because it’s seasoned, but PA Dutch cooking is not really known for its seasoning, it’s fairly bland. To my taste, anyway.
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@JohnBrady 😹 I hope that’s all it is. Edited to add: I shouldn’t be, er, catty, I guess, since I love most sausages and who knows what’s in those.
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@jabel @robertbreen Thank you both for your kind words!
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@jabel I went to seminary in Gettysburg, so… yes. Have I had it since? Nope.
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@annahavron thanks to @isaacgreene, @dwalbert, @bethanyh, and @robertbreen for inspiring this post
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@isaacgreene What a joy! Thank you for posting that!
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@calebgreene when that came out, I was too scared by the premise to watch it 😸
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@bethanyh I’m just grateful it wasn’t “Carmina Burana”
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@dwalbert my cats feel the same way 😸
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@isaacgreene ya think?? 😹edited to add, I also served as translator between my analog family members and my tech-oriented ones
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@isaacgreene 🙀edited to add, I think some replies crossed, this is my reaction to any bed that needs wifi to operate
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@dwalbert I did always tease my father about the house in “Meet the Parents” 😸
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@isaacgreene @calebgreene @bethanyh @dwalbert …and I didn’t even mention the robots. (My mother likes them, because “they never have to go to the vet, they never need a litter box”) Maybe I’ll write a blog post.
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@isaacgreene And then there are the hauntings. 😸 I just visited with my widowed mother, who is living in a deteriorating smart house. (She has said for forty years that “one of these days” she will learn how to use a computer.) My father, who was an electrical engineer and developer and created and maintained it, died a couple of years ago. Lights turn on and off randomly; speakers in different locations of the house start blasting the Everly Brothers. I literally thank God that he set up bypasses for the heat and the lighting, so when a light turns itself on or off we can turn it back the other way, and we can control the temperatures in the house. I’m also thankful we could unplug the speakers. But there is a camera in the reading room that follows me everywhere I go; and I have no idea whether it is still recording, or where any of those files are stored. I always walk up to it, move around, see if it follows me, and then say something like, “oh, you’re still up!”
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