Last night was meatball and spaghetti night – my absolute favorite meal in the world but only more so as they were not just mere meatballs, my friend made special Southern Italian meatballs that were so tender they melted in your mouth before you could get them off the fork. We had an entire night of eating come to think of it, from the gazpacho I made trying to recreate the Andalusian experience, to the burratta, tomatoes and basil served with garlic rubbed olive oil bread, to meatballs and spaghetti and steamed broccoli and carrots with flax seed oil and lemon, to Maurice’s almond Kugelhopf and I haven’t even begun to talk about the wines from rose, to dark red, to desert wine yummy. Wow, what a delicious journey.
But it was later in the evening, sitting in the living room eating our desert that the miracle took place. My friend looked up at the ceiling fan and said it is turning the wrong way. WHAT?
Yes, the only spot in the house that is the most uncomfortable to sit in for me is the living room in front of the TV and now the answer spilled out very simply from my friend’s mouth – the fan is turning the wrong way.
The other day at the Waldorf school, one of the teachers was describing how we no longer live by the seasons and that is the rhythm they want to instill into the children. But au contraire, we do live by the seasons here in New Orleans, when it gets hot, we turn the a/c on and when it gets cold, we reverse our fans. Only for four years I have not reversed our fans because the electrician told me they don’t reverse when he installed them, and so the only one of the fans on reverse was actually making it hotter in the very seat that I ever sit for any length of time – and there you have it – the fans not only reverse, but my living room is now rendered comfortable.
Simple.