EATING TRAIL MIX AND WATCHING CAPTAIN KANGAROO

It was, I reckon, along about

      Christmas-time of 2016

that

     someone gave us a 

medium-size sack of

     trail mix, and 

You know, 

     it has crunchy wheat, rice,

and corn chexes...curly pretzels,

     weird little round black 

crackers...a little nut or two

     of some kind

and I don't know whatall...

And then

BE finished it up with melted

     butter...and garlic and 

a shot of Worcestershire--

     Run-of-the-Mill Trail Mix,

customized

Can you guess what then happened?

Costco had a truck load sale

    about that time...of big bags

of: more trail mix, and someone

     gifted us a very large bag.

So alas...what to do?

     We were already stuffed with a 

season's quota of the stuff,

     and weren't out "burning it

up" on happy trails...

...but one Janaury day my wife tackled 

       the prob head on and 

tossed that huge bag of trail mix 

      into the freezer 

That was ten moths ago. There it

      languished.

Now then I walked into our

     kitchen last week, into

a room of marvelous odors,

    with butter sticks lying there

along with garlic pods, and a tsp

    of cominos lying there...

There were flat pans of mix

     lying all around, with whole

pecans, cashews, and various

     nuts having been sprinkled

on top...

The oven was going and several

     pans baking and the aroma

was...splendid.

My talented wife of sixty-one

    years proudly announced

"I dug out trail mix out of the

      freezer and I'm baking

it for Halloween!"

I suddenly stifled an urge

     to test that mix out

on the West Mesa, and

     almost got my hiking boots

out of the attic...

But for a week now I have been

      ensconced in my leather

Lazy Boy, wearing my hiking knife

     on my belt,..

... just chilling out, watching Andy,

Kangaroo....stuffing on trail mix,

    and reading Faulkner.

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BY MIL

20 OCTOBER 2017