Catapults and Waffle Irons
I liked this idea suggested by A Fire Fly:
But nobody is getting my eggplant. I think that sugarbeets would be much more effective. Apparently, the game warden caught someone poaching on the place Saturday. At least that’s what three other hunters reported. We haven’t heard from FWP. I would imagine that the poachers were trespassing when they got their elk. But what do I know? I just live here.
Now for the serious business. I have been craving waffles and can’t find my waffle iron. For ten years I have put it in the buffet after using it. For the last few weeks I keep checking the buffet and it still isn’t there. It is not in the kitchen. It is not in the dining room. I’ve surveyed the basement. My fingers are crossed that it isn’t down there. That will take weeks to investigate. No one has ever made me waffles with it. No one has ever cleaned it but me. So I don’t think that anyone else put it away. Or stole it. I bought it for a couple of bucks - still in the box - at a yard sale in Fromberg. I suppose I need to go get a new one.
September 19th, 2005 at 10:38 am
Your catapult reminds me of a guillotine my son built for English class one year. I had an overload of giant zucchini that year, and he decapitated them all to make sure it worked. They used a watermelon for demonstration in class. Ask sugar where your waffle iron is…
September 19th, 2005 at 10:39 am
Darn…previous post By Linn
September 19th, 2005 at 10:51 am
Too bad there isn’t a Waffle House in or near Belfry–you could get your waffle “fix” there. (Said restaurants are all over down here in AZ–two of them are just a few blocks apart on Country Club Road in Mesa, on either side of the Superstition Freeway.) Perhaps the next time you have to make a parts run to Billings, you might stop at the IHOP on King Ave West (across from another artery clogger, the Krispy Kreme donut emporium).
I don’t know what the Baron’s policy on hunters is, but you would think these clowns out looking for their trophy (I’ve always hated having to read hunting magazines at my press clipping job having to look at some half-tanked yahoo holding up the Bambi he’s just dispatched with a high-powered rifle at point-blank range) would at least have the decency to ask permission of the property owner before going out to “hunt”. (Even though I was born and raised in Montana, I never was all that interested in going after game with anything other than a camera.)
Maybe these yahoos were from out of state. But somehow, I doubt it.
I used to put a sign on my front door that had a picture of the business end of a .44 Magnum with the caption: “Never Mind the Dog–Beware of OWNER.” (Or as that wonderful philosopher Clint Eastwood once said in one of his movies–I forget which one–”I’ve got this badge, and this gun and the love of Jesus in my pretty green eyes.”)
Kirk (a/k/a “nrssd”–along with Sheba, a/k/a “The Massive Mangy Mountain of Mutt”)
September 19th, 2005 at 2:15 pm
I know exactly how to find the waffle iron. First go to a discount store and shop. Buy a new waffle iron…pay big bucks, but be sure it is teflon coated or whatever the newest bestest non stick surface is. Bring it home. Use it. Be sure to scorch the outside somehow so it can never look new again. Immediately the old one will appear. This blonde remedy works.
About the hunters. It would be better if they asked but at least it is one less elk to feed. I’ll bet we displaced 100 deer in the last three weeks. John hit and killed one on the highway last night.
The corn is chopped except for five acres of short rows. As soon as the swather is fixed again, the short row crew (one truck) will go after them. Charlie has gone home.
I am going to cook one more day so that I can make the cottage cheese dumplings for the boys. C. doesn’t care for them but the boys love them. I have taught all DILs but none will do them. They are a mess. bonnie
September 19th, 2005 at 3:40 pm
Did you loan out your waffle iron? When I can’t find something, I figure one of my kids ‘borrowed’ it, and I’m always right.
September 19th, 2005 at 5:28 pm
Mmmm. Waffles!
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Mr. H.K.
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September 21st, 2005 at 9:39 pm
mmmm…. waffles
now I want some
September 23rd, 2005 at 9:15 am
Linn - zucchini I’d catapult - or guillotine. Maybe it was Sugar. . .
Kirk - No Waffle Houses. The last time I visited IHOP would have been in Jackson Heights, Queens probably at 4 in the morning. They did have wonderful waffles - with fruit & whipped cream - like dessert! We don’t hunt - but do permit others to. It would be nice if we were aware of who was here, though. The yahoos were not from out of state (was that a dig?!) - they were from Billings. Ha! I have to use the word verification, too “otkvml” - it helps with the comment spam - so far, so good. Pats for that MMMM.
Bonnie - that’s guaranteed. If I buy a new one & use it - I’ll surely locate the old one. Cottage cheese dumplings - mmmm - what a mess though. . .
Bonita - No, I’ve no one to lend it to - and no children who’d have borrowed it. I think Linn was on to something with Sugar, though.
Mr. HK & L - yes mmmm!
October 3rd, 2005 at 5:48 pm
After conducting an archaeological dig in the basement - I have found the box for the waffle iron.
Still making pancakes. . .
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