Day 121:
Been working on the bed some more because the gash in my leg is only just starting to heal closed and I don’t want to push it further than necessary.
I’ve got enough wheat at this point to make flour, though grinding flour is definitely not something I’m good at. My flour is filled with chips of rock and I need to figure out a better way to make it. Still. Flour I have.
I also have lots of ducken fat, scraped from the skins of the duckens I’ve been killing and plucking to make the feather bed.
Which means tonight, for the first time since getting stranded here, I had good old-fashioned fried ducken. Fried ducken is delicious, especially with fried potatoes and fried carrots.
Don’t question the carrots. If you’d boiled everything for the last 120 days you’d fry the carrots too.
