Pumping from a Steak Place

Had some phone trouble last night, so trying to catch up with the blog now- We found a new batch of fuel yesterday in a small town near Hickory, NC. Which is itself a pretty small town I bet. Anyway, we saw a Mexican place from the highway and we pulled off to see what they had. Their grease dumpster was rancid - the oil was covered with some kind of chunky mold. Yes, I said chunky mold. Nasty. So we drove down the street and checked out a steak place that had gone out of business. It's sign was still up:
"The Steak House Inc.
Home of the Best Steaks
American Owned, American Proud"

Underneath was another cruder sign:
"Coming Soon
The Rock Church
And
Ministries"
Well, we know the church isn't going to need it.
The oil was beautiful. Since it had been sitting untouched for who knows how long all of the sediment had sunk to the bottom and the top was clean oil. Using the new electric pump system, we filled 6 containers and the tank. Probably hounded about 40 gallons. Blessed oil. But man, was it hot. NC heat. Drove up the street and got some local peaches an a tomato which would become our dinner. This blog is a little out of order- this all happened BEFORE the camping and starting fiasco. This is why we had a full tank of veggie oil. Was too easy for our own good. Oh, so instead of taking 12 hours to gather and filter the oil, and instead of making a mess, we got 40 gallons in about 30 minutes and only left a few drops for the ants. Dynomite!!
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