
Feta cheese and Ak-Mak whole wheat crackers; roasted zucchini, tomato, olives, and hard-boiled egg with nanami togarashi on top.
This was so welcome after a hard hour on the elliptical watching some bizarre TV show about a Hispanic high school girls' volleyball team. During their games they had a DJ who did the record-scritching thing, and also a team of young male dancers. The show followed their season from:
(a) initial humiliating loss, which caused their coach to force them to sit on the locker room floor and hold hands for team building; through
(b) a subsequent unbroken string of victories set to rousing hip-hop music, to
(c) a fatal night when they drugged each other pre-game in boyfriend jealousy, and staggered around the court like pole-axed cattle; to
(d) an ending that I missed. I am guessing that ending would be
(e) Happy!! They all worked it out, the coach drew a moral, and one or more of them got scholarship offers, while hip-hop music blared over it all and the credits began to roll.
