i once spent a flight from tokyo knocking back gin and tonics with the lovely gal sitting next to me, enjoying our chat up to the point when, just before landing, i inquired why she was going to australia and she replied, my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. i’m going to attend his funeral…
every time the topic of how much folks hate veggies comes up i smile to remember how we’d sit around the dinner table arguing over who’d get the last of the salad…
you’d think they go to a lot of trouble, but there’s actually no knead…