Hiya, it's Jim! Well, it's been two weeks since I arrived, and we've decided that it's time, that we've waited long enough, that the hour is upon us, that we simply must do it:

We're getting a griddle.

That's right: no more SIX PANS to wash after a meal. No more FIVE SLICES OF BACON cooking at once. No more keeping the eggs warm while we cook the pancakes - oh no. If to griddle is not the future of civilization, then it will certainly occur in ours. We're off to Wal-Mart in a minute, then, as the famous 17th century Irish folk song says: "my One True Love and Me, a-griddling shall we be..."