I’m back! More about that later, but now another waffle story which might be the last one at least with my older convertible iron. The Sunday before my recent absence I decided to make a delicious batch of golden waffles. (That’s what it says on the box.) Things were going very well until about the third waffle. I had poured the batter in, put down the top, and was standing around waiting until time to consider checking to see how things were going when I heard a sound similar to that of a glob of batter hitting the hot iron. Since the waffle was long past the steaming phase, I couldn’t figure out where it came from. Then I saw the sparks and electrical smoke coming from the iron end of the cord. I immediately unplugged the cord from the outlet before too much damage was done. Keep in mind this was the second cord I had used; the first one did much the same thing. Now I had two nice waffles, one half done waffle, and about a cup and one half of batter to deal with.
I wasn’t too worried about the half done waffle. The toaster or a frying pan would finish that off, but what about the batter? The batter for pancakes and waffles is similar except the waffle batter has some oil. Well, here goes, I took the large frying pan and made two very nice pancakes. It worked so well I’m thinking about putting a few drops of oil in my pancake batter from now on. Could it be possible the waffle iron is running too much power through those equally old cords? I will see what kind of solution I can come up with; I’m not giving up on my waffle iron after all the “waffle-rama” is coming up.
Much like the father of our country, I have trouble telling falsehoods. Maybe it’s in the water of my birthplace a small town with a colonial history where George himself, as a colonel in the British Army, told the French to leave. The French chased him across the frozen Allegheny River to end his unsuccessful negotiations at that point. No matter; I found early on in my life that I, like George, could not tell a lie. At least I couldn’t lie successfully. That has been a handicap at times in my life, but overall I think it’s a good thing.
I’m sure you’re saying, “Where the heck is he going with this?” Or, “What does this have to do with waffles?” A month ago, I told you I was going off on a trip etc. Well, really, I went to have a body part replaced. NO, not my brain like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, a knee like a worn out old guy. Yes I had what the medical people call a, “total knee replacement.” Of course, because I live like my alias implies, alone, so I had to do some creative living arrangements to recover including staying in a nursing home for therapy. So I had a whole new series of life experiences the past month or so. I’ll share some with you occasionally in this column.
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