98 - Making waffles by the vans.
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Was hanging out with Del at their sister's place
the other day. And she's got a bunch of patio
tables on the front lawn, turned on their end and
leaned up against those four vending machines.
Which are still sitting there, for some reason.
Maybe Lucy found something else for her bowling
alley? Who knows.
Anyways, behind the third one we find a propane
tank with some still in it. Lucky find! Because
Del had also scored a propane-powered waffle iron
at the Weeping Sailor's close-out last week. I
never knew there was such a thing. But I guess if
you're into camping with lots of kit, then why
not.
We get some water, and find half a box of mix
inside the house, and it's mostly silverfish-free.
Drag a table over to the Chevy and mix it up, and
it cooks real well in that iron. Didn't even
stick. We sit inside the van and have those, and
I sure haven't had a waffle as good as those in a
while.
In a box under the bench in the van, I even find
this pair of nylon pants that fits me. Some days
like these, everything just feels so, I don't
know, bountiful I guess.
