Peter was riding over to the next town to pick up a couple of things yesterday afternoon when his bike’s chain broke and he went over the handlebars and came down in a friendly hedge. (“Friendly” only because it broke his fall and there were no nettles in it.)
He’s okay, thank heaven. (“Shaken but not stirred,” he said when calling in.) His injuries from that passage at arms were fortunately minor — though the spot where the point of his bike seat caught him just behind, uh, a region of vital interest to males generally, is apparently pretty sore.
You should see his poor fingers, though, from where he hit himself with the hammer while fixing the bike chain on his return home. Ooooooooh boy. Peter will not be typing today, I think. Or maybe tomorrow. Meanwhile, I think I get to make him chicken soup on general principles.
However, I’m out of matzoh meal for the requisite M-balls. Now I’m idly wondering whether it’s possible to produce a slightly similar effect with semolina, as I seem to have a lot of that on hand for some reason. The Austrians, after all, do a griessknoedel or soup dumpling based on semolina. Hmmm….
(OMG, look at all the links to dumpling recipes on this page. NOM NOM NOM!)