Happy Earth Day!
Last night we hopped on our bikes and pedaled over to Stellina Pasta for dinner. Sadly, they only had one vegetarian entrée. When we eat out, we like to order two different things and split them. With only one option, we decided to just order one entrée and follow up with more food at home. I must say, the dish was delicious: “Whole wheat walnut Tagliatelle with oyster mushrooms, asparagus and fresh mozzarella in oil butter garlic sauce.” Mmmmm. This made the trip well worth it!
With plenty of room for dessert, we ordered the “chocolate peanut butter bomb.” Eh, rather disappointing. It was not bad, but certainly not spectacular. I left wishing we ended the meal after the entrée. Oh well, live and learn.
I puttered around the apartment for a bit when we got home, then plopped on the couch with my book. I completely forgot about Food, Inc. until Matthew asked, “When is that thing on?” Oh, oops! I fired up the t.v. and ended up catching all but the first few minutes. I’m glad I watched it, although I have to admit I was wishing for commercials. I wanted those breaks to get up and move around and do stuff, but I didn’t want to miss anything. In the end, I remained in my seat for the entire 90 minutes, with one quick dash for water and lip balm.
Like Fresh, I found many parts of Food, Inc. difficult to watch, but that’s part of the point. This is what’s going on in our food system, this is the food we put into our bodies, that’s how millions of cows and cute, fluffy chicks are treated, not to mention the workers in the meat processing plants. I love the contrast with Joel Salatin’s Polyface farm.
Did you watch Food, Inc. last night (or at some other point)? What did you think?
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After purchasing a new bike plus accessories, followed shortly thereafter by more accessories (rear rack and panniers), a bit over a year ago, I decided I needed to go on a bike gear diet. And if memory serves, I did well with that for over a year.
A week ago, I bought a handlebar mirror for my favorite ride, only to find that it did not work at all — with my handlebars and riding position, and the limited adjustability of the mirror, I could not see anything useful! Today, I swapped it for a slightly different style, and I think I’m in business.
I still find myself looking over my shoulder, rather than looking in the mirror, but I imagine that will change as I get used to it.
In a previous post, I alluded to two bike shops, one with great customer service, and one that often leaves something to be desired when it comes to customer interaction. To give credit where credit is due, The Hub bike shop earned my praise in that previous post (and continues to do so).
Friday: 10-mile round trip (RT) to the doctor, followed by 9-mile RT for a lunch date. I underestimated that second trip — I estimated it at 6-7 miles until I mapped it to write this post.
Saturday: 4-mile RT to the last of the “winter” indoor farmers’ markets. I bought some gorgeous early spring greens: spinach, arugula, red-leaf lettuce, plus green onions. A flat tire stopped Matthew short of the market. He replaced the tube and pumped it up, only to find that the tire itself was shot.
Fortunately, he was only two blocks from our local bike shop. I caught up to him locking his bike up there on my way back. We hung out in the park for fifteen minutes, waiting for the shop to open. While I’m glad to have a bike shop within a mile or so of our apartment, I’ve often found the owner a bit gruff, which he proved again on Saturday (given my hubby’s tale of the encounter). Compared to our experience later the same day with another bike shop, “Neighborhood Bike Shop,” as I’ll call it, has a thing or two to learn about customer service.
Anyway, new tire in place and ready to roll, we headed set out on our 22-mile RT ride to our commuter garden. I rode the garden-to-home half of this trip back in August, when we sold my car, but this was the first time we rode it full circle. We enjoyed a lovely lunch and a bit of (thankfully) light gardening in the middle. We made it back home to rest up for Sunday . . . .
Sunday: 3 miles to church, 6.5 miles to brunch, 5.5 miles home, and done. Moratorium on biking for the weekend!
Surprisingly, my legs feel pretty good for cramming 60 miles into the weekend. Our car enjoyed it’s weekend rest period, sitting parked on the street from Thursday night until Monday morning 🙂
Despite the wicked wind of the south, I biked my way through the weekend. Friday presented an exhausting combination of biking and gardening, followed by more biking and more gardening. I planted beets, carrots, and sugar snap peas. I used our new soil miller for the first time — this garden tool rocks! You buy a handle, and whatever interchangeable tool heads you want. If you’re in St. Louis, head over to Home Eco to check out their selection of these great tools. I added a plastic crate to my biking ensemble so I could easily haul the garden tools.
On Sunday, we fit in a little bit of very early season morel hunting — an Easter mushroom hunt, in place of the traditional Easter egg hunt. Sadly, although not all that surprisingly, we found zero morels. However, we did find this guy. Yep, we’re pretty sure that Matthew almost stepped on a copperhead. Fortunately, he saw it when he was about three or four feet away, but he’d been headed right in its direction, focused on scanning for mushrooms, not snakes. We kept our distance, and the copper slept right through the near miss. No doubt I will be slightly on edge during upcoming ‘shroom forays.