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Twelve Days of Christmas as interpreted by Wild Cookery

December 6, 2012

Several times I have mentioned that I probably read about 20 other blogs. It is a fun way to hear other people’s experience as they make their life journey that in some way overlaps with the Wild Ramp experience. Wild Cookery has many interests but the one that drew me in was his interest in foraging. He describes his blogging:

Wild Cookery! was born of one man’s desire to give back to humanity and to teach anyone who wants to learn how to reduce their dependency on corporations and big industry.

By reclaiming our natural birthright and learning how to identify edible wild plants (and mushrooms), we will be able to not only save a huge amount of money on groceries, but revitalize ourselves by taking in essential nutrients that are missing in many foods that we usually consume.

As a great friend and kindred spirit of mine once said: “Taking care of the land is taking care of you.” I couldn’t agree more.

So, although a departure from his typical post, I read this Twelve Days of Christmas post with great enjoyment and wanted to share it with you.


Dear True Love

Thank You very much for the wonderful gifts over the past twelve days.

The Drummers and Pipers were a nice touch. I do so love pipes and drums.  Their excellent performance was recorded here:

The Lords a Leaping and Ladies Dancing were nice, but wholly unnecessary.Though they did put on one heck of a show:

The next time a nice set of warm flannel sheets will do nicely and we can do our own leaping and dancing, if you get my drift.

The Maids a Milking were a very nice touch. I turned them into ‘Maids a Churning’, however and we now have several pounds of fresh butter to last us through the winter. Thank You!

The Swans tried to be a swimming, but the frozen ice on the pond prevented this. They are now Seven Swans a Smoking. In the smokehouse that is. I can smell the aroma from here. Divine. The down will also make a nice pillow stuffing.

The Six Geese a Laying are doing well, and still laying at least an egg a day. No golden eggs yet, but I remain hopeful. But as long as they continue to provide breakfast fodder in the form of delicious eggs, they won’t join the Seven Swans a Smoking.

Five Golden Rings? Seriously? Five ounces of silver would have sufficed my love. But thankfully they are just simple bands and we can trade them in for more barterable material. At nearly $1700/ounce spot price, I’m not even going to ask where or how you got them. But many thanks nonetheless!

Four Colly Birds… You do realize my love, that it’s Four and TWENTY blackbirds to bake a pie, yes? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but if you could find another twenty of these guys we can try out that recipe…

Three French Hens. I LOVE chickens! Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU! They’re so cute with their beards and muffs and extra toes! And the eggs are just as delicious.

Two Turtle Doves. Ah, the bird of true love. Be sure to arrive early tonight, as these are already in the roaster and they won’t take very long to cook. They’ll be served over a tasty rice pilaf and accompanied by a nice white wine.

The Partridge in the Pear Tree was a nice touch. Except that it started eating the pears. Suffice to say it’s now in the freezer and will be served at a future time with a delightful pear stuffing. Perhaps on New Years.

Thank you, my wonderful True Love, for all that you do, and all that you are.

Merry Christmas!

3 Comments leave one →
  1. December 6, 2012 4:14 pm

    That is awesome! I’ll be giggling all day.

  2. December 6, 2012 9:57 pm

    Best parody of this I’ve yet seen!

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