waffle iron

I’ve been wanting a waffle iron for a while. One of my Sunday routines is to make breakfast for the wife and kid, and I usually rely on frozen waffles.

But no more!

The church on the corner was having a rummage sale. Waffle Iron – $2. ‘Oh’, says the lady at the cash box, ‘we’re doing half off! Proceeds go to some Russian Orphanage!’

‘If I gave you two dollars anyway, would you turn it down?’

“Oh, thank you! That would be great!’

Heh, I never understood that in garage sale type situations. Oh, that’s a buck… I’ll give you 75 cents! Oh, I dunno, a buck is a pretty good price. Okay, 80 cents! SOLD! :rolleyes:

Greeeaaat. You just stressed over twenty cents.

Heh, an extra buck to get a bowl of rice to a Russian orphan. That dollar hardly means anything to me, but means a lot more to somebody else.

So I get the waffle iron home. It’s one of those electric kinda ones. I was actually hoping to get a stovetop one, but they are harder to cook with. The plus side is that you can just throw the thing in the dishwasher when you’re done. That’s cool. For $2 I’m not going to complain.

So I was up last night finishing my city bike. I broke my promise to myself and actually spent money on a new Voodoo rigid steel fork for $40. I got the rest of it bolted together, headset and gears adjusted, tires mounted…. DOH! I forgot my German exchange student stacked this bike years ago and I never ironed out the rear wheel. A bit of spoke adjusting later, and it’s straight again.

But why the nasty wobble? Oh, yeah. These cheapo rims were cut slightly too big, and the tire bead doesn’t lock down properly. The tires aren’t centered. It makes for an interesting roll. Gotta fix that too.

So back to waffles. I cook up a couple of waffles, and only then do I find out we are out of OJ. Okay, we were out of milk too, so I made the waffle batter with soy milk. Hope this doesn’t taste weird.

City bike activate!

I took the bike out and rolled up to the local grocery store. Nice! Apart from the tire issue, this is a nice comfy bike to ride. I load in a half gallon of OJ, half gallon of Odwalla pomegranate juice, quart of milk and a couple pounds of bananas right in the grocery pannier bag. Roll home.

This is going to work out nicely. I need to center the tires and maybe get another grocery bag sized pannier, maybe a couple of bottle cages. Other than that, I’m stylin’. Add a sticker from Tip Top Bike Shop in Oakland. It looks like the Raider Nation stickers that seem to come from the factory with every single SUV in the area. This one is ‘Rider Nation’ and instead of the pirate in a football helmet, its a bike helmet and a couple of bike forks for the crossed bones. Love it.

Waffles with maple syrup and butter, OJ, and dry Cherrios for the baby. Life is good this Sunday morning.