Ballaster
That weekend flew by pretty fucking quickly.
As promised, I took Sweet Jeri to a few antique shops, this was fine, except that my plans included dragging her to about 17 of them, however we only ended up going to 3. 4 maybe. Okay 5.
I get confused about that, since one of the stores seems to be several stores all under the same roof - it's not - but it does make for a lot of junk sifting. They did have a Savinelli Executive estate pipe that looked to be in pretty good shape, though the stem sat just a bit loose - I've read about people treating the tenon and shaft with beeswax to tighten things up. I decided not to get the pipe, and instead was going to order a Meerschaum from a place I had found off eBay. We puttered through the stores, I harrassed a great deal, you know. Then we hit East Tucson's favourite mecca, Bed Bath & Beyond. I needed to stop here, since my first loaf of bread turned out pretty good (that's another entry), I then decided it would be no trouble to whip up some tortillas and needed a griddle. (I'm not sure how best to word that sentence).
I got the griddle and home we went. The tortillas turned out wierd, more like store bought tortillas. Really white, thick, and chewy. They wouldn't be bad, except that's not what I was trying to make. Apparently, (I discovered after a bit more research), what I'm wanting to make are Sonoran Style Tortillas. What did I make then? Texas tortillas. Ok.
Later, I was perusing the meerschaum site, when Jeri appeared, curls amiss. She set her credit card down on my belly and said, "I got it cuteguy". I've truly have the best wife in the world!
