Yeah, CW, the kitchen themometer went over like a turd in a punch bowl. I had washed the shell out -- she knew none of this. Then, tonight, I was in front of this very computer, shoving wire and her themometer through the drill hole in order to meet your recomendations. At first sight, she was merely irritated that I was using her themometer outside its prescribed usage. Then, when she saw that I was ramming it into a shell, she yelled, grabbed our son and retreated to the porch. I finished up. Then I thought it would be of great interest to her and my son that there was matrix on it, so I went to the porch. I looked at it as a great historical revelation and insight. For whatever reason, she didn't seem to share my enthusiasm, especially when I put a match to the matrix glued to the meat themometer (I was just making sure it was not powder).
Anyhow, I'm sure most of us guys here are familiar with the female glare and cold-shoulder. Well, I got it! I cleaned the themometer, but that did no good in her eyes. She just reminded me that every pretty thing she puts out for display in "our" house is devalued by "tons" of lead and iron objects from the ACW. And, yeah, before she retreated to the bedroom, and just before she slammed the door on me, she reminded me that I could have killed everybody!
Hell, I'm ready to go relic hunting!