AND SHE FINISHED THEM OFF WITH A PINCH OF CILANTRO
70-year-old Elyria woman fights off 4 robbers with Emeril Lagasse pan
(Thanks to DavCat)
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70-year-old Elyria woman fights off 4 robbers with Emeril Lagasse pan
(Thanks to DavCat)
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BAM!
Posted by: Lairbo | February 26, 2009 at 08:05 AM
The Walloping Gourmet.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 26, 2009 at 08:19 AM
Oh yeah, baby!
Posted by: billinbossier | February 26, 2009 at 08:26 AM
Good for her. I have an Emeril pot. Those things are big, and heavy, and pack a wallop, evidently.
Posted by: Cat R | February 26, 2009 at 08:27 AM
She needs to use my golf theory;swing hard in case you hit it.
Posted by: ron | February 26, 2009 at 08:28 AM
"We've been married 47 years and she raised our five sons. She's not afraid of anything."
What, they were The Wild Bunch?
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | February 26, 2009 at 08:31 AM
great video!
Posted by: judi | February 26, 2009 at 08:42 AM
Has she been tested for steroids? The Marlins could use her.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | February 26, 2009 at 08:53 AM
1: It's a sauce pan.
2: It's a weapon
3: You're both right.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | February 26, 2009 at 08:58 AM
Lo these many years ago, in my sinful youth, when I was going out with a Country Girl...
We were making out in her kitchen. Her little sister came home from school and the GF, not wanting us to get walked in on by little sis, said "stop". Well, my hands were in Interesting Places, so I didn't stop. GF grabbed one of the cast iron skillets (a small one, thank God) and WHAM! upside my fool head. Rang my bell real good.
And that, boys and girls, is how wiredog learned that 'stop' means 'stop' and 'no' means 'no'.
A few days later she made up for smacking me upside the head, but I still think of her every time I see a skillet that's Suitable For Household Defense.
Posted by: wiredog | February 26, 2009 at 09:07 AM
A bottle of Jack Daniels was destroyed?! *SOB!*
A cast iron skillet would make more of an impression...
Posted by: Allen at Division | February 26, 2009 at 09:12 AM
She really did kick it up a notch!
Posted by: Siouxie | February 26, 2009 at 09:16 AM
*Settles down with cushions by the fireplace*
Tell us another one, Uncle Wiredog ....
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 26, 2009 at 09:17 AM
Is our wiredog learning??
Yes he is.
Posted by: Siouxie | February 26, 2009 at 09:25 AM
Har! Cast iron skillet simulblog!
Posted by: Allen at Division | February 26, 2009 at 09:39 AM
Gotta clean out that purse one of these days...
Posted by: oneblankspace | February 26, 2009 at 10:13 AM
Their problems merely began when they opened up McGee's closet door ...
Posted by: O the U(manity) | February 26, 2009 at 10:23 AM
Geezer warning O?
Posted by: Fibber | February 26, 2009 at 11:11 AM
"I picked up the saucepan and smacked him right on the head," she said. "He looked at me and said, 'Lady, why did you do that?' And I hit him again."
There are just no words for that except this guy wins the prize for the most useless question ever uttered during a robbery.
Posted by: Will | February 26, 2009 at 11:12 AM
Also:
"We've been married 47 years and she raised our five sons. She's not afraid of anything."
There are only four horsemen of the apocalypse. What does the fifth kid do?
Posted by: Will | February 26, 2009 at 11:26 AM
Ouch! Coffee out the nose. Thanks wiredog.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | February 26, 2009 at 11:26 AM
She was upset that she had to turn over her favorite saucepan as evidence.
Give it back to her soon, please. She still has a double boiler and she's not afraid to use it.
Good story, wiredog. Maybe you'll save a few male noggins from bein' skilleted. Nah, probably not.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 26, 2009 at 11:42 AM
Now she is unarmed.
Posted by: Wiggy | February 26, 2009 at 11:56 AM
She was apparently trying to serve them the Grand Slam Breakfast special.
Posted by: Margaritaville | February 26, 2009 at 11:57 AM
"Now she is unarmed."
When saucepans are confiscated, only criminals will have saucepans.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | February 26, 2009 at 12:16 PM
Later, they realized that they had hired one of the suspects to shovel their driveway several weeks ago. "My wife gave them a big tip, so they thought we had money," he said. "It's sad when that's what you get for trying to help someone."
I alwys order the sweet breads with a nice karma sauce when we go out to eat.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 26, 2009 at 12:43 PM
Emeril cookware.
Bottle of Jack Daniels.
Sounds like my kind of kitchen.
I agree with Allen. That's just sad.
Posted by: Ernie G | February 26, 2009 at 01:31 PM
( Dems add " Saucepan Control " to their social agenda. )
Posted by: Clankazoid | February 26, 2009 at 03:04 PM
A semi-related crime in Oregon
Posted by: Merri Lee | February 26, 2009 at 05:26 PM