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I read about Batter Blaster several months ago and couldn’t find it at the store. Yesterday I happened upon it in the dairy case at my local Fred Myer. This morning I gave it a trial run by making waffles. I love waffles and sometimes just want 1. Making batter for one waffle is a pain and the process of making extra and freezing them to use later is, well, both bothersome and kinda defeats the purpose of having a freshly made waffle. If I’m gonna freeze and re-heat, I may as well just buy the toaster waffles and fuh-get-about-it.

Well – the Batter Blaster came through with flying colors. Golden brown that is. Good tooth. And tasty. Freshly made tasty waffle. Yep.

Did I mention Batter Blaster is USDA Organic and mostly recyclable packaging?

Oh Yeah – I’m all about Batter Blaster baby! ~blm

cultural reference humor: “Boss – da plane, da plane!”

The holding yard here at the "world-wide headquarters for industrial strength barbeque and good food" has been cleared of the cars, all of the materials and such are properly stacked and the grills - all of the grills - are moved to the pavement and tarped, covered, stacked and parked.

The Fairchild has been undergoing restoration by George for nearly a dozen years.

The engine was painstakingly torn down, rebuilt with hard-to-find parts, and the entire fuselage, wings, struts, etc. were taken apart - inspected, repaired and/or replaced. The interior is restored to the camel hair and leather elegance it was born to.

For the past month or so the garage – where sails, the other wings, are hung to dry and work benches piled with projects – has been the converted paint shed while the fabric covered wings, tail section and assorted metal engine cowlings have been sanded, primed, sanded, painted, sanded, painted and clear-coated. Today the fuselage was loaded on the trailer and towed to the shop.

It was gently nursed into place and the make-shift build-out, done yesterday, to accommodate the huge rotary engine was just barely enough.

Today – only George can see it. His vision.

Someday, soon, it will look like the faded illustration that has hung on the wall for a dozen years.

I get a glimpse when he looks at me.  It’s in his eyes, what he sees when he gazes upon the parts. He doesn’t see the back breaking and tedious work done and yet to come. He is already soaring above the trees, the lakes and mountains. He is flying.

My grills can be patient. I understand his flight. It is real. My grills can be patient.

~blm

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice, “Let me tell you a story.”

“I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.

But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.” He continued, “It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.

Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.”

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes and asked, “Which one wins, Grandfather?”

He replied, “The one I feed.”

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I think I should cook my big bad wolf self – it causes me so much anguish – and feed it to the other one. ~blm

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Thanks and a tip o’the hat to Buster at Enjoymentland.com for the idea.