The US of A is going all-digital on February 17, 2009. Did you know? Pretty sure you may not have heard, so I took it upon myself to notify you.
Now, much of what I hear is that this is going to be a great thing- blah blah blah.
We at this house are prepared. The husband assured me we were.
Our local news stations ran the test. You know the one. Turn on your tv's and if you still get the broadcast you are set. But, if you get the message, "Your television is not good enough for the digital revolution, climb out of the stone age" or something like that, then you should get the government coupon and purchase a converter box. We got one of those coupons for our bedroom tv. And we purchased our converter box. And we turned on all the tv's in the house to participate in the broadcast test and our broadcast went un-interrupted. And we thought we were set.
But we aren't.
Apparently my silver under-the-cabinet cd/radio/tv (the tv part is just audio- it has no monitor) does not make the cut. Whaa? I listen to that thing every day! Well, at least on the days I cook. Which is most days. Cause my fam likes to chow on the tasty vittles I concoct. (I think) So most days I try to feed them. Except, everyday middle daughter says she doesn't like what I put in front of her. And she vows not to eat it. And it drives me nuts. (Especially when we stay at the in-laws for like two weeks and the mother-in-law begins to believe the children are ridiculous. Which, sometimes, they are. But not always. But I think kids turn on the ridiculous act whenever other adults are around so that their parents can be unfairly judged by other adults whose children would never act that way.)
So, this is my routine. Put on apron. Turn on utc cd/r/tv. Heat up cooking instrument. Cook whatever it is that is on the menu. Serve it up with parsley garnishes, sprinkled sugars and drizzled sauces. (And don't forget, my hair is in a glorious up-do and on my delicate feet are lovely heels.)
And as I go through this routine, I listen to the news. Because usually I start cooking around 5:00 pm which is the time the local news comes on. It is, coincidentally, also the time that the children enjoy to have a little melt-down if they feel so inclined. (Why is that? And the 5:00 melt-down is most often the mother of all melt-downs. Complete with weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. Oh, how I love a good melt-down!)
The other evening as I was cooking, the local tv station performed their "Is Your TV Gonna Cut It?" test. I thought nothing of it. Until all I could hear was static. Static. Coming from my little silver box.
I can't hook up a converter box to my little silver box. Defeats the purpose. What to do? Do they make these silver boxes in the digital format where I can still get tv audio? Because I am kinda used to my news while cooking now.
I don't know what the future holds for me. Keep me in your prayers. And send me a recipe middle daughter will devour as soon as it is placed in front of her. Her majesty is difficult to please, culinarily speaking.