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RL Mosswood
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Timberland cryptid.

Cookin' 'em and eatin' 'em.

they/he
I have the crow version in my library and it brings me joy.
December 4, 2025 at 3:12 AM
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December 4, 2025 at 3:11 AM
Thanks! He's a little lumpier I would have liked, but I reminded myself that a child is going to skin him and eat him and let it go.
December 3, 2025 at 5:31 AM
Okay... my mom has told me she got her first grays in her late teens and was coloring her hair by her 20s. I didn't have any until my 30s, and at 43 just have little distinguished streaks at my temples. Thought it was just an "us" thing.

I say nutrition. She's a lifelong dieter.
November 28, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Apple pie is my specialty, learned at my grandmother's knee.

It's a top-tier pie, and anyone who thinks otherwise has probably eaten too much tragic grocery store pie.

I have a friend who hates it because of the "gross, soggy bottom crust," and let me tell you: not in this house!
November 26, 2025 at 11:28 AM
This is how it went for my grandmother. After a fall and broken hip, the hospital wouldn't discharge her until assisted living arrangements had been made.
November 23, 2025 at 4:07 AM
I am going to binge it for my birthday, and can't nobody stop me
November 21, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Or it produces every few years, THEN THE RATS COME
November 21, 2025 at 7:19 AM
You make layered sugar-free jello parfaits in this when you're all hyped up for a new diet.

Source: My mom circa 1992
November 18, 2025 at 3:21 AM
I mean... tomato's a fruit, so it's really just a smoothie.
November 16, 2025 at 1:11 AM
Next county over has the first case of human H5N5, and I'm looking at our 80-some chickens in the middle of the bird-filled woods like... "Whelp!" 😬
November 15, 2025 at 6:33 AM
I mean... you hatch one clutch and you're at 30 to 150 or so. Two is like, a rounding error.

This is to say: do it!
November 14, 2025 at 11:28 AM
Goes in the pot with the rest of the chicken scraps.
November 12, 2025 at 11:09 PM
😐
November 9, 2025 at 5:53 AM
My grandmother and her two best matriarch buds would just sit down over coffee and assign everything, then inform people of what they were bringing. Pie or turkey assignments indicated skill in the kitchen. Appetizers went to untrusted youths.
November 8, 2025 at 3:46 PM
I encountered this on a camping trip with barely-known step family when I was 10 or so, and the memory of it haunted me until I hunted it down and bought my own copy much like this one a few years ago.
October 31, 2025 at 5:18 AM