( I do think they all wear pagers, we just can't see them )
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
To get at the split hoses, and replace them, this had to come off ...twice.
One more time ...
Always the critic, Joey questioned the whole bother of it all.
We got the car running...for a few blocks. Then limped back after taking off the air cleaner, hitting it with starting fluid multiple times. It would die. More false starts.
Monday, August 24, 2009
This is the actual mileage...
Things will change now...
I picked up the car last week from my previous house in Walla Walla to bring it back home to Oregon.
we called AAA.
Heater core. Not the most fun thing to remove. There were screws holding it in place, in places that were impossible to reach...so, we ended up cutting through one of the hoses to get this monster free.
The hose we cut is the (now) short one the right- on the left side of the photo. When the heater core was out, we could see there was a lovely gash in the part of this hose that was behind the core where the fluid was leaking. How you are suppose to actually replace this hose without removing the heater is a mystery.
Our furry helper relaxed and we ran off to Milwaukie to Harbor Freight tools for new hose clamps, a cute new vice grip (there is no such thing as too many of these) and then onto Auto Supply for new hose to replace the poor old damaged lines.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
most times the pears are sliced and placed neatly in a pattern ...I chopped mine into bite sized chunks, because the pears were quite firm. Plus, there was no way these funny shaped orbs would have ever looked even with all the carving away that was needed.
This is the final results... sprinkled with powdered sugar, drizzled with maple syrup...
it was delicious.
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- 4 large eggs
- 1/2 cup granulated sugar
- 1/8 teaspoon salt
- 1/3 cup all purpose flour
- 1 cup whole milk
- 3 tablespoons butter, melted
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1/2 teaspoon maple extract
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
- 3-4 large pears, peeled, cored, sliced or chopped
- powdered sugar
- Maple Syrup
- Preheat oven to 325 deg. F. Butter and flour a 9-inch pie plate.
2. Beat eggs, sugar, salt to blend in a medium bowl. Mix in flour. Add milk, butter, vanilla & maple extracts and spices. Mix until smooth.
3. If you sliced your pears, arrange them on the bottom of the pie plate, if you cut them into chunks ... let the pieces fall where they may. Pour the custard over the pears.
4. Bake the clafoutis until it is set in the center and the top is golden, around 55 minutes.
5. After removing from the oven, let it set a few minutes to firm up and then sprinkle powdered sugar over it and serve with maple syrup drizzled over.
This would also be good with a soft whipped cream, dusted with fresh ground nutmeg. Other fruits can be used, I've also made this with plums and I need to try it with cherries, too.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Yes, you aren't seeing things, that is Ward on the didgeridoo...something you have to hear to believe ...and then probably hear it again used to give a Blues song something no one probably tried before.
It also happened to be Darlene's birthday and she joined the band in their rendition of the Bobby Bare song "Marie Laveau"
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
"The 1957 Cadillac Eldorado Brougham was the perfect show-off of death machines. It consisted of nearly three tons of steel stamped into a massively mawed, high-tailed beast, lined with enough chrome to build a Terminator and still have parts left over, most of it in long, sharp strips that peeled off on impact and became lethal scythes to flay away pedestrian flesh. Under the four headlights it sported two chrome bumper bullets that looked like unexploded torpedoes or triple-G-cup Madonna death boobs. It had a non collapsible steering column that would impale the driver upon any serious impact, electric windows that could pinch off a kid's head, no seat belts, and a 325 horsepower V8 with such appallingly bad fuel efficiency that you could hear it trying to slurp liquefied dinosaurs out of the ground when it passed. It had a top speed of a hundred and ten miles an hour, mushy, bargelike suspension that could in no way stabilize the car at that speed, and undersized power brakes that wouldn't stop it either. The fins jutting from the back were so high and sharp that the car was a lethal threat to pedestrians even when parked, and the whole package sat on tall, whitewall tires that looked, and generally handled, like over sized powdered doughnuts. Detroit couldn't have achieved more deadly finned ostentatia if they'd covered a killer whale in rhinestones. It was a masterpiece. "