Iron and Grill
Tag # 000093
Waffles? I've never made them.. I would love to tell you a
story about the breakfast I made for someone who stayed at my
house, but no such one exists.. In fact I only have one breakfast
story worth telling and it involves my cast iron skillet, Ben
Franzen, and my friend Courtenay..
As soon as you close the door to my apartment it locks automatically.
During the first week that I lived there I locked my self out
7 times, that's once a day. Thank God it was summer and landlord
Dan was doing construction on the house. Well the trend continued
and the ladders were gone, and the windows were locked and my
landlord started to charge me everytime I locked myself out.
So I gave a copy of my key to "Neighbor Ben."
And from that point on he kind of made himself at home. Often
I would come home to find a few less PBR's in my fridge or Ben
doing homework on my computer. One morning after I had spent
the night at a ladyfriend's house, I found Courtenay and Ben
in my kitchen making a full on Sunday Breakfast..
So don't be surprised some day when you forgot where you got
that old waffle iron to see "Neighbor Ben" in your
house making himself some breakfast.....