I’m not a big television fan, especially when it comes to watching news. Reporters are annoying and the story choices leave much to be desired. Most people don’t care what Britney Spears is doing and the constant bombardment of depressing news makes me question if the makers of Prozac sponsor daily reports. That being said, this evening I watched the news and one story made me very happy.
Am I wrong to feel happy that this person was beaten? Probably. So there you have it. I’m just a terrible person, incapable of supporting the adage to “turn the other cheek.”
Efforts to prepare healthier foods and the restoration of cooking time prompted me to branch out. Usually Mediterranean food in our home is limited to vegetarian Moroccan Stew, Greek food or falafel. My girls are fabulous eaters. They’ve always eaten vegetables, they love sushi, Indian food and the afore-mentioned Moroccan Stew (garbanzo beans, sweet potatoes, broccoli, onions, zucchini and lots of saffron) is a favorite. So when our local grocery store had eggplants on sale I seized the opportunity to fix something “cool” for the kids by cooking ratatouille to coincide with the upcoming release of the current popular Disney flick .
Um, I don’t know if it’s supposed to look like this, there wasn’t a picture with the recipe. The girls bravely tasted this strange smelling and looking concoction… then they proceeded to eat their couscous and oranges. So did I. In all fairness to the recipe though, I’m not an eggplant fan. It didn’t seem right for me to scrape my share of the offending food into the disposal while making them eat the slimy mess, so pb&j supplemented the evening meal for all of us. Next time I’ll make the Moroccan Stew.
Thank you for the advice and request for pictures of the broken wheel… you are all so nice. I love my blog friends! What happened was this… the screw which connected the pedal dowel to the wheel came out. This has happened repeatedly and the hole in the dowel is now stripped. Previously to tighten the screw I would line up the hole with the tip of the screw and turn the wheel counterclockwise until it “grabbed”. Because it was stripped the screw no longer connected, it just spun freely for a few turns and then fell out.
The head of the screw was underneath a covered washer assembly (the brown, plastic thingy) and I wasn’t sure how to open it up without breaking it. Some finagling with a screw driver successfully loosened the cover and the head of the screw was finally accessible. I put some Elmer’s glue into the dowel hole and then put the screw in tightly… and correctly with a screw driver from the back and everything! It is now drying.
Normally the other side of the brown plastic assembly is connected directly to the wheel itself. But while the wheel is disconnected I decided to paint it. The wheel will most likely be left solid blue. Norwegian style folk painting would be nice, but I possess neither the talent or the knowledge to attempt something so intricate.
And most importantly, if you have a moment then stop on over and say “Hey!” to Christy. She’s waiting test results back from a less-than-pleasant medical procedure. I’ve crossed my cross-able parts that the results all come back negative.