DESCRIPTION:
Episode 3 of Cromwell's Kitchen Concerts finds Shaun in the waning days of his erstwhile plant-based diet.

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Beverage: J Vineyards & Winery, 2012 Russian River Pinot Noir http://www.jwine.com/
This stuff is actually some seriously great wine. A little pricey, might be one for special occasions... like... internet video making. This one was a gift... incidentally

Food: Meatless Chicken from Gardein http://gardein.com/ with sautéed broccoli and red basmati rice.

For Chix, follow directions on bag. Throw the other two in their respective pots and cook: broccoli 10 minutes with olive oil, salt, and pepper; rice 40 minutes in water!

That's it! It actually did taste a lot like chicken.

Banjo: 2003(?) Bart Reiter Standard http://reiterbanjos.com/

Song: "The Gristmill"

Lyrics:

The gristmill it lay rended
From the way the tree was felled
Heard the newborn foundling
And the nascent mother yell

The snow had fallen heavy
From the weight the birches swayed
He was born on Christmas morning
And she died on Christmas Day

The millpond it sat frozen
Through the ice we fished with twine
Built a crib from broken birch
And a pall of yuletide pine

The soil was set and stony
Dug through frost some two feet down
We nursed him from the calving quey
And placed her in the ground

Round, round well then from this world we're bound
For unknown shores on seas of gray
Sing, sing, can you hear them echoes ring?
That's the sound of our Lord's confounding way

The Millwright was a shepherd
Self-described man of The Word
Sang the boy's baptismal
As he wept for the interred

The Journeyman, a preacher's son
A boy of just fifteen
Stared with his strange countenance
At all that he had seen

Clean, clean as our spirits slowly wean
From night and its dark addled fray
Sing, sing, can you hear them echoes ring?
That's the sound of our Lord's confounding way

The table it was set
With all the blessings we could bear
A Christmas feast and funeral meal
A bitter-sweet affair

To the child his life was given
And though his mother's took away
It was true a Christmas wonder
In theLord's confounding way

Say, Say as the final trumpet plays
The song of our never ending days
Sing, sing, can you hear them echos ring?
That's the sound of our Lord's confounding way


© 2008 Shaun Cromwell