Marshmallows

Imagine my delight when writing the Farm Side this week led me on a tangent that turned out to be a lot of fun. 

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised though...that is often the case. I will start to do a bit of research to flesh out an idea and discover something I had never imagined. There is often more to the history of things than appears on the surface.

This week it was the history of marshmallows....

Pretty unexpected, huh? I figured they were invented maybe in the 19th century or so, by some confectioner in a room behind a candy store somewhere, but the reality is much more interesting.

And it has been heartening a way to read that Congress, as well as the mainstream and alternate press, are finally taking notice of this story. This has popped up on farm pages for ages and I have written about the "mini'mountain range" nonsense several times, here, as well as in the Farm Side in more detail. Bout time the bigwigs took notice of the egregious stuff going on in the name of environmentalism.  Maybe now things will get better, although I should know better than to expect that.

A-a-and...it's raining again as usual. I got up to write while the house was quiet to find it sprinkling lightly. The birds were doing a mighty dawn chorus, although the dawn itself was darned thin soup. Suddenly, with a crash, it began to pour. Now it is steadily sploshing down, drip, drip, drop, drop, drizzle, drizzle, drizzle.

Enough already! I feel like Forrest Gump. (thanks Rich)

 "One day it started raining, and it didn't quit for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin' rain... and big ol' fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath. Shoot, it even rained at night..."