Two old shepherds were holed up in a back country hut waiting for the weather to clear.
The conversation drifted from stock to politics and they finally got around to food.
“I got one of those recipe books with pictures once. Everything looked good, but I never cook anything from it,” one shepherd said.
“Too complicated and too many strange ingredients?” his mate asked.
“That was part of the problem,” the first shepherd replied. “But even the simple recipes started with ‘take a clean dish . . .’ and that finished me.”
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Ah!! Those were “the days”. Life seemed uncomplicated. No bugs because we didn’t wash the hell out of everything. And anyway, a cookbook wasn’t essential – just some old fashioned tucker and a pinch of imagination. Oh, and washed down with a large bottle of ‘the brown stuff’.
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That’s…that’s shepherdism, I’m deeply offended. My mana has been endangered and er…oppressed by the patriarchy. That sort of thing.
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