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Al Owne in the kitchen (10/13/2013)
By Al Owne
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.

October is Fire Prevention month. Be sure you have a fire safety plan where you live. Now you can reach me at alnada2704@gmail.com  


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