bellowmania
The normal Friday night activities last night turned into a slightly more organized party. We had a fire going in the fireplace, but it's more decorative than anything and it never got going very well. We all agreed that some bellows would help. Later in the evening I ended up feeling a bit manic, so I dived into the recycling pile with my leatherman and some ducttape and tried to put together a box-bellow out of a large juice bottle and a mixing spoon. It... did't work very well. The bottle had ridges, so the seal was never very good despite the ducttape gasket I made. Later Ben got into the act and made a more traditional (in the west, anyway) accordion bellow. It worked slightly better than mine, so we declared him the winner and shook on an excellent competition.
If I was going to do it again, I'd just grab a garbage bag and go totally old-school (like, chalcolithic age old-school) with a bag-bellow system. At the time I didn't think I could make one work without some kind of tubing, but, well, I was drunk. I'm sure I could rig something up now, and the volume of air would be much, much better.
Later we made cornbread! And I got to introduce several people to the wonderful concoction known as "honey-butter". Mmmmmm. It was a good evening.



If I was going to do it again, I'd just grab a garbage bag and go totally old-school (like, chalcolithic age old-school) with a bag-bellow system. At the time I didn't think I could make one work without some kind of tubing, but, well, I was drunk. I'm sure I could rig something up now, and the volume of air would be much, much better.
Later we made cornbread! And I got to introduce several people to the wonderful concoction known as "honey-butter". Mmmmmm. It was a good evening.

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