Last week I baked something in my favorite pan. The stuff I baked stuck on the sides of the pan like no other. For DAYS I soaked it and scrubbed it and soaked it and scrubbed...well you get the idea. I was contemplating throwing the thing away, and told Pops so.
"Nah, let me give it a try, don't throw it away yet." he said
Later that day he showed me the pan, all shiny and clean.
"Oh, nice job," I told him, "how did you get it so clean?"
"Sandblasted it."
And there you go.
10 comments:
I love it! Hilarious!
I wanna know what you made in there...
Only in Wisconsin Foxworthy....
Forget the dishwasher - have John build you an under-the-counter sandblaster. Just think how much you'll save on dishwasher detergent!
Yeah, but soon I won't have any dishes left!
Well, there is that...you'll have to go back to MELMAC.
Ha! I hope it wasn't non-stick...
Thanks for the visual that story conjured up, kept Keith and me chuckling for awhile!
There was a series of books, 'Foxfire' which told of the common, woodsy sense of the hill-folk. Forget Foxfire, let's write Papafire. We can share John's fixes with the crazy world beyond Hudson.
Let's call it Noserfire, then we can have all kinds of stories. I can put in the one where I fixed the washing machine with bottle caps.
Yep, the older we get, the more like each other we are.
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