"Americans used to say where there's a will, there's a way. Nowadays, it's where there's a pill, there's a way out." - - Burnt Toast

I Know. . .I Know. . .I Know. . .

I haven't posted the Sunday recipe. Sue me, I'm human. Nothing interferes with my all-important beer drinking exercises, except the police from time to time.

Consider me Congress: all talk and no progress.

The truth is, I did in fact cook a Sunday recipe, but I did it on Saturday and will postpone the publication of it until later today, maybe. If I feel like it. I'm lazy, you know.

Consider me Hugo Chavez: this is my dictatorship and if you don't like it, well then I'll just change the rules so you don't like it even more.

Here's a joke a friend told me more than 25 years ago. Sadly I remember it.

What do you get when you cross Hitler with a potato?

A dick-tater.

By the way, this week's recipe is, in fact, shrimp gumbo. So stay tuned.

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