Greetings and welcome to the real fluff, the hardcore fluff, the fluffy stuff that's built Tonka Tough™. But you've had enough of my guff.
Rough, buff, snuff, scruff …
It's been a busy week. Mrs the Werelynx's brother and his sons are in town visiting. And if you have had any experience dealing with active 9 year-old boys, you'll have some idea of what being the favorite uncle of two of them entails.
Their English has noticeably improved since their last visit. Last time we relied quite a bit on my French— and, considering what level my French is at these days, well— comedy ensued. Actually, my French is probably better than it ever has been. It's just that 9 weeks of 6th grade US French education and about a total of three weeks spent in France mostly decades ago— plus listening to the occasional Gauvain Sers song …
… means that I'm grateful the little lads are learning English.
Linguistically, they're in an interesting situation. They live and go to school in a primarily French speaking part of Belgium, they speak Polish with their Polish mother, but speak French with their Czech father— who was concerned about muddying the waters with a third language. I had a friend from Laos in high school who grew up speaking something like 7 languages and I met a student from Ghana earning her doctorate in Switzerland who grew up with a similar amount of languages— but, whatever. Mrs the Werelynx and I had things a little simpler. I did my best to just speak English with our sons while she spoke Czech. Together we mostly spoke Czech.
Now, this fluffy little diary of fluff is going to get solid for a minute. As promised in the title, solidly fluffy. For the last several weeks, I've been making promises in the comments. I'm sure all the community by now is tired of the speculation and debate over what my little hexamine cooker looks like.
I'm not an engineer or much of a craftsman when working with metal. It may not be as fancy and fold-able as most of these things are, but it served us well on a couple of camping trips.
Of course, the fuel used in this little stove is the most interesting part.
In the bag I was keeping the cooker, were two packs of hexamine tablets. I noticed something interesting about the packaging.
I just found it interesting how the older package showed its intended use specifically in outdoor cooking while the newer package only mentions its possible use in these little "pocket cookers” (heh, you're not getting my inflexible box of galvanized steel to fit in your pocket) as the last item on a list of uses in tiny print on one side of the box under charcoal grills, fireplaces and campfires. Paper and kindling, kids. Paper and kindling.
What's that you say? The fluff was entirely too solid this week? I did manage to get a nice, dark picture of something decidedly fluffy last weekend.
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