An inquisitive old fart with a camera
A yogurt maker we picked up at someone’s moving sale. A little slider for adjusting temperature, I guess?
Problem is, the slider only goes to the left as far as 3/4. It stops at the indicator light. Which is not why I took it apart, but…
…lo and behold, the slider is connected to nothing. Purely decorative. Unbelievable.
Think it might be a good idea to try to clean the discolored plastic that obscures the numbers on the ancient outdoor thermometer? Think again!
On the bright side, we have a new item for the “Things That Should Not Be Taken Apart” category. Live and learn!
I’ve settled in for not being a connoisseur. Cheap red wine here turns out to be very drinkable (white much more dubious) and if you ask me how it is, I won’t be saying the nose is decadent but not overdone with plum liqueur, Christmas cake, cedar, Chinese spices, licorice, tea leaves, tar and hot stones….pretty acidity and a long finish. Rather chewy and needs time.
Ain‘t it funny how the experts never mention the taste any non-drinker will identify most strongly: alcohol?
But I digress. I’ve never wondered about the name of the brand, Faisan. Probably a family name, right?
Only recently did I actually look at the label.
Guess what faisan means in Spanish?
It looks like I tossed a perfectly good Orgreenics omelet pan. Fact is, it was a perfectly good Ogreenics omelet pan for eight or nine years. Until it wasn’t. No matter how many “surefire” Youtube videos I watched and how many times I tried to season it, it just got stickier and stickier.
I cashed in some Disco (supermarket) points for a replacement, which isn’t perfect, but isn’t bad.
It’s been several weeks since I dumped this. I have almost no doubt it’s in somebody’s kitchen as I write this.
Both packages said 310 g. Both are long gone. Did one weigh less?
Odd to think that when I took this picture, I actually had a kitchen scale little more than an arm’s length away, but it didn’t occur to me.
Always work cartefully! Especially with the shirll!
We’ve awoken to frost several days in a row. I decided I should get organized and have a small toolbox in the house, so I don’t have to venture out to the barbacoa in nasty weather in order to get something simple done inside. Our local Emaus thrift store had just the ticket: full size pliers, cutters, and needle-nose pliers for just under USD 11.
I’ll go way out on a limb and speculate that perhaps they’re not the best quality, but for occasional use I expect they’ll work just fine.
It was a bit of a trick getting it in there – the bed of coals was hot!
I never noticed the rust on the stove until I looked at this photo. But I’m pretty sure this is the stove’s 10th year of service, so it has certainly fared better than our first, that rusted out inside in three years (Ñuke was the brand, if you insist).
Still trying to figure out why anyone would want their floor tiled in patterns that make it more difficult to navigate?
A dozen eggs today, 65 pesos (USD 1.47) at our local mini-supermarket. The last I bought at another mini-supermarket they were 95, and at Tienda Inglesa (large supermarket) they’re 120 pesos.
Who knows?