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RE: An Absolute Zoo Of Unmentionable Characters

in #life3 years ago

I bet those canola fields are lovely. Like the Canadian version of those lavender fields in France. Only maybe less pretty smelling. Canola doesn't seem like it would smell pretty. The smell of rancid oil comes to mind, but surely it doesn't smell that way when it is way ahead of the rancid stage:)

The fields here are all cabbage, cabbage, cabbage, maybe some collards, and more cabbage. Come summer they will mostly be corn. Pretty, but not very colorful.

I bet you didn't know part of Canada is further south than northern California.

You are just going to leave that there with no explanation. Yes, that would be your way;)

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When in flower, that canola stuff stinks. And after that stage, it's the worst thing to jump into at night if you have to hide from someone. Then when it's harvested, if you jump into a pile of it, you can drown because it's like quicksand. Then when they take it to the crushing plants to make the oil, it stinks again.

And yes southern Ontario is further south than northern California. Just look at your crushed up globe.

I didn't know that's where cabbage came from. Bugs eat it to death here. In gardens we have to cover it with small screen tent things. Cabbage is kind of gross though.

I am an olive/coconut oil consumer, so all of what you said about canola is just furthering my belief that the stinky canola is bad for you - internally and externally.

That crushed up globe has been recycled. It was replaced with a smaller and more updated but very plastic one a neighbor gave me. Apparently it used to talk, and now it doesn't, so my neighbor didn't want it. I said something like It just so happens I don't want my globe to talk to me. And so here we are.

Sweet bug free winter. I suppose you grow cabbage in the summer there, that explains it. If you doll it up with vinegar and a sugar source and some of those Florida winter grown carrots all shredded up, cabbage pretends not to be that weird smelly vagrant of a vegetable and gets kind of classy.

I don't touch canola products. Canada produces 20% world supply and half that is grown in Saskatchewan. Cash crop. That's all. Google/Youtube 'Saskatchewan canola harvest' and you'll see some crazy shit.

We grow everything in summer. Starting late May.

And that kind of cabbage doesn't fool me. I don't like it because there's a thing called a cabbage roll that makes me gag.

One of these days I'm going to make my way over to the west side and see that rather pretty lake. I've got some epic trips planned with the children, when and if things ever settle with the virus stuff. We just hit Jamestown in history, so I've got every intention of making it up to Virginia soon...it's only a torturous 9 hour drive. But one of these days we will wonder up into your part of the world, and we will learn about how stinky canola is. It will be great:)

I've never had a cabbage roll, but it does sound gag-able.

If you ever visit Canada, go west. There are hidden gems in a place like Saskatchewan, but it's massive and the coolest places are hours apart. Southwest SK is like a desert, for instance. Getting there isn't easy though. Alberta and BC, more out west; mountains, rainforest, the works.

I will, I would like to see that ice-blue lake west of you. Although if we drag ourselves all the way up there, I think we will do a bit of wandering around.

There are hidden gems

Florida is the same. People come here mostly and hit the beach. I think the interior of Florida is actually much more beautiful.

Quite a few of those lakes out west in the mountains; rivers look like that as well. The one you're probably talking about has a trail leading all the way up a mountain but I'm not sure what shape it's in these days. Goes from lake to raging river as you go up.

Just out my window is a frozen lake but it's not blue like that. White sand and sand dunes. Purple sand as well along the shoreline. But that's all covered in snow. It's one of the hidden gems.