bierkergaard

I am a bit late for my blog post. Most of my weekend has been consumed by all things scrapple. Maybe I will write about it at some point. Needless to say, it did my Germanic-American Soul good. My cholesterol numbers? Likely no.  But, to today's topic. Several weeks ago my massive microwave no longer waved. I was going to chuck the beast and take it to the dump--far too large for my counter space--and purchase a smaller one. I reminded myself just because it was no longer working didn't necessarily mean that it couldn't be fixed. I think it originally cost plus $200 at Costco about 7 years ago. So, I wrestled it into the back seat of my four door Civic and hauled it up to work. I am on good terms with the maintenance staff, several of them much more handy than moi Ph.D. After disassembling it, one of the guys found that a small part, I think it is called the capacitor, had fried its brains like a 60's Child. It laid its life down, like Christ, so that the microw