Up, early, just for a bit.

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I had to get trash to the curb.  Mom pushes to get trash out, so at least I didn't have to collect it all, get it to the bin, then haul the bin out.  She can't get it, usually, up and in the bin.  But she can and does get it ready to go.  Usually in lighter batches, be cause a) that is her limit (if a good thing), and b) that is before it begins to smell (her nose is more sensitive).  Good all around.

A project is underway.  Finally, I got around to trying to corn a beef, make corned beef from a portion of brisket.  For two weeks, about a week and a half remaining, after creating a convoluted brining liquid, I am juggling the meat and juices, in a plastic bag.  The hope is for a corned beef that doesn't taste terrible.  Storebought has gone so far downhill that I don't consider them worth the fortune they now charge for them.  Slimey, terrible tasting, freezer burned, mushy.  I had given up, until I foung a recipe.  It only took me... three? five? years to finally get to making one?  Meh.

If it works well, I may make one for St. Patricks day.  I'd have to start it about... the third of the coming month.  Doable.  I sure hope the slight inconvenience and expense pays.  Though, from what I have seen, the cost for fresh meat and already corned beef is pretty close.  And my time, especially what little is used, isn't that much either.

It is back to the higher forties, even fifty and sometimes change, for day high temperatures.  Crazy.  It did get colder, for a bit.  For nearly a month.  Which seemed bitter if only into (mostly) the thirties as highs, and the teens to twenties as lows.  A very odd year.  The rest of America, to the east, is hard freezing.  They can keep it.

More business this week.  Nearing being caught up.  Later.