Pig Meat and an Avian Scuplture
For the record, Monday night’s pulled pork turned out to be less than expected. Perfectly tender, juicy, “pig meat” (thank you, Hayden) ruined by way too much paprika. And the CROCKPOT. Once again, I am reminded that crockpot meals taste weird. If anyone can offer up some good crockpot recipes I might be willing to try again.
True to his nature, Hayden shared some graphic ideas with me yesterday.
As we walked into the house after school, we heard a thunk! and witnessed yet another bird crashing into the window in our dining area. Some sort of blue bird. He quickly made for the nearest branch but stayed there, and I could tell he was hurt.
I told Hayden that if he dies we could find a special spot and bury him in the yard and place a little flower on top, but he had other ideas.
“Or, maybe we can set him on the table, take all the flesh out, take all the pieces apart, then put them back together and create a sculpture out of it. Then we can take a picture of it. And concentrate on it.”
I’d best prepare myself for the morbidity that lies ahead.