We had some grease-related incidents at our house this weekend:
The first was homemade butter from a post I saw on Designsponge (not sure how so much food/cooking content has made its way into Designsponge but there you have it). It was pretty easy and we’re going to use it for a quick and easy pasta recipe later this week.
And JT was out in the garage with the Rumble Fish (AKA 1966 Ford Fairlane) giving it a good helping of Mechanic’s Grease. Which makes me wonder — is this where the term “greasers” comes from? If yes, then I guess I married a greaser.
That took care of the horrific shrieking noise the gas pedal was making (and it was rubbing against our new exhaust, glad JT found that one . . . ) but now that the shrieking is gone, new rumbles and rattles that are presenting themselves . . . That’s for another weekend I guess.
Living Analog 