things have been pretty crazy around here. I got an offer for a capital investor for my planned Charcuterie. Essentially, I just need to find a kitchen share, get a license and figure out how to sell perishables at the farmer's markets and I can go ahead. I've been trying to learn how to write a business plan, but that may get left to my mom or brother, both of whom have much more experience than I. I figure I might just offer 6 to 8 types of fresh sausage and 2 or three dry, dry aged beef, and possibly a confit or two to start. Plus offer custom charcuterie and meat cutting, but do those through my current job.

Last night KT and I went to the Library (picked up A.Browns "I'm Just Here for the Food", "Home Sausage Making", and the Revelator's "We Told You Not to Cross Us" CD) then went to Teller's for a quiet drink. Next thing I know, it's midnight and we're at Eastside running up a rather large tab. It was kinda nice chilling on a weeknight, even if I did have to deal with some terrible DJ'ing and pandering by Plastic Jason *(I refuse to refer to this jackoff by "Trotsky") to the skinheads in the crowd. It made me realize that as much as I love the guys that I grew up with and cut into, I'm glad I'm old enough and smart enough to not be involved in this juvenile bullshit.

This evening I'm going to go to an auction; they advertised a sausage stuffer, and well, that would basically leave me with little equipment to acquire for my burgeoning business. I'll post more on the business as I get it together.

Oh yeah, and if you comment, could you please sign your post? For some reason, my CSS cuts off the poster link. I need to fix that, but I can't be bothered yet.

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