Brad’s having trouble with his lights again. Darn.
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Favorite Vessel
At first I titled this post ‘Favorite Pot’, but I knew you yahoos would make all the obvious jokes, so there – do something funny with ‘vessel’.
Anyway, this my enameled red cast iron dutch oven from Target that I love like a child. It’s so pretty, and makes anything cooked in it appear like I’ve really slaved, y’know? You can’t dish something out of a dutch oven without thinking, “Boy, this food must have had some work done on it.” It’s not fast and flashy like a frying pan, or quick-to-boil like a saucepan. It takes minutes for this thing to heat, and even longer to cool down. I love it.
Open Mike Night
You believe in fairies, don’t you? Clap to keep Tinkerbell alive! Clap! Clap!
So on talk radio when the host is too lazy to actually host, they have Open Mike time. Since Lloyd and I will be gone for Thanksgiving, it’s up to you – the fans and the lurkers – to keep this website going. (The internet connection is iffy at my folks, so I don’t know if we’ll be able to update.) I’d like y’all to tell us what you’ll be doing for Thanksgiving, or offer a good recipe or cooking tip to keep this thing alive until Sunday.
Thanks for your support!
Prototype
Those of you unfamiliar with my work should know that I only make prototypes: meaning that I’ll have an idea and bring it to 87% completion (just to see it work), then give up.
I found an interesting idea online about a candle heater. (It’s at www.heatstick.com if you’d like to check it out.) I went ahead and ordered one because I thought , “Here’s a guy who had an idea and actually carried it through! That kind of dedication has to be encouraged.” However, it’s going to take several days for mine to arrive, so I made an extremely dangerous prototype.
His candle heater has three flower pots and many more screws and washers, and a well-made stand – not a green bean can with sharp, dangerous gashes on the sides. I played with it all night, using the infrared thermometer to check how hot it was getting. I also gave myself a royal burn after touching the bolt. I knew it was hot, and was being very, very careful, then some demon possessed my mind and said, “Touch it. Touch it now.” Then I did. Stupid.
Don’t adjust your screen, the picture’s just blurry.
No Photo
Brad and I have discussed how it’s a good idea to have some photos on backup – for those dry days. This is one of those. We’re going to bed at 9 so we can get up at 5 and be at work by 6. Lloyd has computer stuff to do and I have our Thanksgiving Breakfast Buffet. No chuckles this post. ‘Nite.
Worst Day Ever.
Poor Lloyd. Something went tragically wrong this afternoon and the server at school died. (He tried explaining what happened, but all I hear is ‘blah blah blah’ with some acronyms thrown in.) Anyway, he drowned his sorrows, and kept uttering the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. “I’m like other men.” (He says this when he can’t fix a computer problem. Mere mortal.)
