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Or least hang out there.

Actually, depending on your temperate (alas, not mine at all) it might be just as good or better not to understand and just wonder at the peculiar mystery of it.

Next: make a camera obscura.

First let them congeal, then cut into slices and pan-fry, preferably in butter (or bacon greace if you want to be straight-up ‘n’ hard-core). Plain or with the syrup of your choice. Sort of like polenda but from the deep and creepy south.