La'me Cherry is an Inspirational genius and I lay claim to her
as the 52nd State of Intellectual Wowness!
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I can plainly see now that to build a fire inside of a domicile is an artform as great as writing a symphony every day, as wood is never the same, draft is never the same, humidity, wind, and thermal currents rising, all change. A stove that behaves one day is a bad bong on cut crack with flour the next.
I have already written of the Lame Cherry torch. I have since refined the torch with the addition of fluting or cutting slices in the top of the torch so it will catch more readily afire with the newspaper base. The fact is Ray Bradbury wrote that paper ignites at 451 degrees, but if you have newpaper and cardboard, due to thickness, the cardboard will require a hotter ignition temperature.
Don't mean to go Martian Chronicles on you.
In endeavoring to ignite a better fire, I was Inspired by another inferno starter and that is the Stick Sandwhich.
Always on the left side of the stove, I place on top of crumpled newspapers a cardboard sheath with sticks in it. That might have been ok in Tonto's day, but the Lone Ranger was using silver bullets and they require a higher smelting temperature. That has nothing to do with the Lame Cherry Stick Sandwich, but I really had a great deal of respect for Colonel Townsend Whelen, nothing again with the Lone Ranger, but he did build fires outside a great deal, and this is about building fires.
So what I arrived at by Holy Ghost Inspiration, is I take a few newspapers to size and roll them loosely with the fire starter sticks inside. I suppose some would call it a burrito, but if Mexican cooking was so damned wonderful, why are all the beaners coming to America for sandwiches eh?
It keeps the sticks where they are supposed to be, and the easily started newspaper, helps start the cardboard and the sticks. It has been working for me to create the genesis of the inferno.
The problem with you children and brats is you are not Inspired. You don't think about things in an LSD way. You only hear sounds and not colours. No I'm not talking about taking acid trips, but you think sandwiches are bread, mayo and meat, when sandwiches can be cardboard, newpsper and sticks.
Pamper a fire and it will reward you with all kinds of raging infernos. No need to go to the mother in laws, as you got one burning in your stove and the one in your stove is allot more sociable and pleasant, and when it gets too hot, just shut the door in her face. Try that with the mother in law, and you will be hearing about it from the spouse in some manner or form, 85 years in the future when you want something. Sure it will not be sex then, but it will be something swell like a gun, and out will come the line, "You remember the time you slammed the door in my mother's face, no you can't have a new toy".
You will reiply,' But you hate your mother!"
"Yes but you slammed the door and now that she has been dead 40 years, I remember fondly one time we got along, when she said my ass didn't look so big these pants, I still have, because I save money and that is why you have money that you think you can buy toys with".
See why you stick with stick sandwiches? Fire has no mother in law.
Nuff Said
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