Seems like I've traded one type of cooking for another. The biodiesel setup looks like a cross between a giant pressure cooker and a moonshine still...or something much more sinister; and my pic where I am stirring my concoction has gotten a few comments including, "witch...brew." See, boat paddle keeps me out of the witch category--they don't stir their potions with boating equipment....Yes, my "brew crew" did get a little out of hand on bottling night...overkill on the goggles. Here's the pics from the blog to recap what I'm talking about. You can visit the blog articles to get the ugly details...
....soap witch...glamorous...glycerin brew and the paddle...
...witch's flying monkeys...
There's just some simple cooking going on: Pizza Upstairs, Soap Downstairs...
Carl, the tireless-Kansas-oil-pump, makes a pizza in the real kitchen.
That bottle says Ragu, but really holds my homemade
pizza sauce. Really.
Ed and Petey hope Carl gets a little sloppy with
the cheese...
After pizza, I go down to the soap kitchen
Pots and bowls, ugly brown soap on a rack
But I'm still cooking, with natural, local ingredients.
Be Kind Soaps--almost good enough to eat. But don't, it is soap.
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