Last Saturday night, the clocks were moved ahead but the temperatures took a mighty plunge. When Sumner and I got up on Sunday morning, it was a bracing 18°F according to the temperature gauge on the north side of the house, and the local weather reading was just a degree's nudge warmer. With a high remaining in the 40s, I was pretty sure that a big pot of slow-cooker Brunswick stew was called for, since Mookie and Kristen were coming over that night. The full bowls of hearty rich wonderment settled happily into the waiting bellies and it was another delightful evening gathering.
The Bradford pear is coming along with its spring show, but the overnight deep freeze left the daffodils bent over and miserable.
I really do feel completely safe here in downtown Winston-Salem—I don't give it a second thought whether I'm taking my walks day or night—but there was a highly unusual fatal stabbing a couple of blocks up from the house. This was behind a BP convenience store and not far from a homeless support center, although I've no idea if there is any connection to them.
Brunswick Stew derived some inspiration from the following:
- "Get a Husband Brunswick Stew," by RAKESTRAW on AllRecipes.com.
- "Amelia's Slow Cooker Brunswick Stew," by Peach822 on AllRecipes.com.
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