I am sometimes amazed.

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In what seems the blink of an eye?  One load of laundry pulled and folded, another put to dry, and a third set to go; the fats liquefied, chicken patted fully dry, placed in the fats and then in the oven, adding a split full garlic bunch; coffee made and arranged, and a few other things.  By the way, that marinade of salt, pepper, thyme, and time was fantastic.  If I have ever been tempted to consume raw chicken, it would have been then.  Yeah.  I'm not even awake.  I haven't had tea, and just started on coffee.

I have a few items to wash, of course... somehow.  The damn things sneak up on you, like indians or white man.  How would I know?  I'm a breed, twice over.  That's how I know!  Damned sneaky, if I needed to be, probably.  It's in my genes, and other places I shouldn't discuss.  For now I believe I will just kick back a bit.  The chicken has between another hour and hour and an half to finish.  Then?  Then I'm going to cook a couple of them up.  I don't have any greens by which to cut the richness, but I'll survive.  I may end up using a lot of this quickly, given the recipe, that they are just (if very plump) drumsticks, and that I will be eating two right out.  If I like them, I may set out thighs and do another batch.  Yeah...  I'd like to experiment with these.  If I really like them, or only so so even, I may go with duck next time.  Or may anyway... or next next time?  Yeah.

I won't start the beans until the chicken is done and cooled.  I will be dicing the cured smoked pork to go in with the beans, and the bones both from my snack drummies and from the chicken confit I will be putting into the dish.  Hmm...  I should have thawed stock.  I have some I could add, if I would have to skip today's portion.  No problem.  I'm sort of eating enough as is so as to not worry.  This time I really need to stay right on top of the beans.  Actually, while it is coming up to a boil, and then until a simmer is reached, I will probably just sit out in the kitchen.  I've got books, reading exercises, and might even soak stones so as to make a stab at sharpening some of my knives, and straight razors.  Try try again!

A good morning, so far.  Even if it isn't morning here.  It is actually morning somewhere.  Britain, most likely, or as close as most major population centers.  Later.