Ok, so as most of you know (or don’t) I’m a mechanic. This leads me to teaching my kids how to work on engines.
I decided to have them tear down and rebuild a Chevy 350.
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This is a great engine to learn on. One of the best parts to remove and clean is the upper intake.
Removal of the intake manifold has several steps. Once it’s off the cleaning can begin. Most people use sanding discs, bead blasters, scrapers or even chemicals. Some people send them out and have them done.
Up here in the great state of New Hampshire we have found a better way of dealing with that greasy, oily, gunk that gets built up and in the crevices.
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*********** DO NOT DO THIS IN THE VEHICLE ***********
Moving on. As most of you are aware, H.E. Ellis and I are family. We have 3 not too bad kids together and seeing as her and I see them as the most important people we know, we use ALL the holidays to get together. Call it required family time. So anyway, HE follows her Italian roots as most of you know. What you may not know is that she is also a bad Irish cook. Welcome to hell, pull up a seat and get comfortable. St Pat’s day is…well, an Irish holiday, in which there is drinking, games, fighting and cooking. HE is good at 2 of these; games and fighting. Drinking however is a passed out time for her.
People say that if a butterfly flaps its wing in Asia there is a wind that blows in NH (or something like that). Well the other way to look at HE’s drinking is, if a bottle is opened all the way out on Mars, she is drunk as fuck! Now on to the cooking.
I would have sworn that there was no way that a glass cooking dish would ever break under regular use, but her Irish themed dinner caused a 11″ x 9″ glass casserole dish to take its own life. I shit you not!
Now understand this is the same dish I have used thousands of times with no issue. I have dropped it from the sink on its side after washing it. NOT A CHIP. She, on the other hand was making potatoes to go with dinner and prepped the taters ok. Put them in the dish, ok. Placed them in the oven, ok. Removed to stir, now wait… removed them placed them on the stove, turned and picked up 2 plastic spoons, approached the 1/4″ tempered glass casserole dish, I swear it looked at her and the fucking thing EXPLODED. I shit you not, the fucking thing took its own life as if to say, “You do not follow your Irish traditions, I will have no part of this, Goodbye Grandma, I love you” and fucking exploded. I wouldn’t have believed it if I weren’t there to see it for myself.
I’m the guy that will say that thing that shouldn’t be said. If you look for me, I’ll be the one that’s a foot past the line you don’t cross. And use caution when speaking to me, because I am a true beliver that THERE’S A JOKE IN THERE SOMEWHERE.
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Words you cant unsay 