We ate the glazed ox tail. Of course it was probably one of the most delicious things I’ve ever cooked. Shocking.
Go and use the internets and find thee a recipe for glazed ox tail and make it. You will not be sorry.
**Except when trying to separate the meat from the fat. But that only lasts for like 30 minutes…. 45 tops.**
Today it was almost 60 degrees in the northwest suburbs of Chicago. I was lucky enough to wade through our creek and backyard to document our easement situation. Now I’m no attorney, but I think that when a creek running through an easement causes this kind of erosion to adjacent private property that maybe said easement owner might have to take some responsibility. Behold:
No, we did not build the fence over a hole originally.
Hubby claims he’s going to do something to rectify the situation this year.
So I put on the waders and walked in the water on this fine day to document the losses. They’re pretty bad, and getting worse every rainfall, every snow melt, every time you so much as look at the damned creek or the wind blows. The Village better step up is all I’m saying.
As you can see, the Great Wall of Z is holding up moderately well. We had to seal between the beams to stop the alarming loss of soil from behind, which is literally all that is preventing the rest of the fence to remain in the ground. Just barely. I’m sure the Village will find some way to use it against us.
We are hamsters on a wheel with this nonsense. Every year, come spring, the easement and creek remind us of how much they suck.
A LOT. The answer is A LOT.



