The Search For Sorghum

continues, now that I know that yes, people do make and eat sorghum in Pennsylvania. Since I have to go across town to Mass fairly soon (it’s the Feast of the Assumption), I can hunt on the way back.

There seems to be a lack of small groceries here. But there’s that place down by Mt. Tussey. They sell lots of local food items. I may try there, if Weis and Giant prove fruitless. Or sorghumless.

We’ll see.

Must work a trip to Wegman’s in soon. My McCain shirt came today. I figure I can dawdle in the organic, free range section, where the highest concentration of limousine liberals are.

One Comment

  1. Jeffrey Quick:

    I’m singing Tallis and Mundy and Guerrero tonight. I HATE doing pre-Reformation English. My voice is lower than most (though not a real bass) so I end up singing the bass line, which flops around on the bottom 5th of the staff. I’d produce the part better if I spent the whole day eating beans.

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