January 4, 2004
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The well-heeled chef
Regulars and subscribers will know that our household is unlike any other. I was thinking about this the other day as I was in the kitchen preparing one of my skillet meals (eggs, bacon, home fries, colby jack cheese) for the three domesticated primates who live here. I was wearing my usual fleece-lined moccasins and baggy insulated pants and red and black flannel shirt–and a 9mm Makarov, in a kind of retro-looking Russian army surplus belt holster.
The piece was kind of a Christmas present for myself, got it at a gun show I worked recently. I got extra magazines and a reloading tool and beaucoup ammo, but no holster and so it had been just kind of laying around in the living room on a plastic organizer thingie with two of my other handguns.
Then I checked out www.makarovpistols.com, saw all kinds of neat info and accessories, including the holster. It has a little pocket for an extra mag, and little loops on the side to hold a cleaning rod and a neat little strap inside to tug up on so you don’t have to dig down into the holster to get the gun. It also has a nice big flap that snaps down over the whole works–as my stepson Doug observed, “Not exactly a speed-draw rig.” But it IS authentic and it was cheap–only $9 plus shipping–and since the gun is a Russian-made job (commercial, not military, for the information of any other gun fans out there), it seemed appropriate. My sweety agreed.
So anyway, I have been wearing the thing around the house, wore it to the local laundromat/general store/video rental place, wore it when I went to the spring to get drinking water, wore it to walk the dog. It’s new, which was a nice surprise–I was expecting second-hand–and the leather kinda squeaks. I’m getting used to the comforting weight of it on my hip and will probably stop wearing it all the time when it feels broken-in, and just wear it to, say, walk the dog or work other gun shows. It’s a good in-between size, way smaller than my .44 magnum, a tad smaller than my .357 magnum, but way bigger than my derringer.
One other thing–this is undoubtedly a coincidence, but I notice I get more compliments, and fewer complaints, on my cooking since I started wearing the gun.
Martha Stewart, eat your heart out.
Comments (7)
Yeah, and if dinner is yet dead after you’re done cooking it, you can always shoot it again. haha
I suppose you’re always ready to shoot starving moose.
Being in the knifemaker world, we have many gun collecting friends. I’ve never quite got past the knives.
au contrair, my friend…. i dunno where you found my name, but we DO have one thing in common: knives. you apparently sell/buy/obsess over knives. well, the other night i went out dancing. i was STARVING so i sat down and pulled out my bagel and cream cheese i had in my purse. (most girls carry makeup…i carry bagels and cream cheese!) i had just finished smearing the bagel w/ the cheese when a bouncer came over and told me i’d have to go outside to eat the bagel (which was just stupid. i mean, what the heck??) i got up, holding the cream cheese-covered plastic knife at a weird angle. all of a sudden, some drunk chick fell backwards, impaling herself with my knife. she was already impaired, but you can imagine how confused she was when she inspected the stab wound and found…. cream cheese?? ok, ya kinda had to be there. but seriously… it was so odd and funny!!
have a nice day!
thanks for coming to my site….I am glad that your cooking has improved…lol
You think Martha could improve her current image problems with the same kind of rig?
No idea how I ended up here, but it’s great to see non-little-asian-children on xanga, hehe.
Too FunnY!!!
Glad you’re enjoying your new “toy” 