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Thanks for the replies. Maybe a bit of humor will lessen the apprehension that all of the hopes we all put into the avoidance of a world wide religious war... was not in vain. God bless the Marines and soldiers for trying to limit the death. It's now in the hands of the most deranged. And the Media. But then, I repeat myself.

Personally, I like the crook-necked yellow squash, sliced, dipped in flour, and then fried medium slowly in margarine, beside sliced, green tomatoes, also floured, in the same skillet. A bite of each simultaneously on the same fork. Better than virgins...

My wife maintains that men can't do anything right... until she's tasting my latest cooking. Until she walks in the tattletale kitchen, that is-

"What happened in here??? I go to Bingo and come back to this???"

"Well, I was, uh, cooking, and...and-"

"There are Crisco fingerprints all over the cabinets!!!"

"Well, yeah, I was gonna clean that up, but then there was an old 'Columbo' on that I've never seen, and...and-"

"YOU"VE GOTTEN FLOUR INTO THE CLOCK!"

"Well, maybe I held the cannister up a little too high when I poured it into the cup..."

"IT"S A SEALED CLOCK, PICKRELL. The hands have white sweaters on now...like a bloody vacation advertising poster for an Alpine retreat!"

"Well, it kinda poofed around when it hit the cup-"

"ARRRGH-"

"Look, I'll clean it all up. Okay? Purple is not your color in the face department. Here, have a green tomato... OWWW! That hurt, you know! Now I'll have a green stain on my face, at work tomorrow.... Aren't you glad I saved you the effort of making dinner? Uh ohhh. She's miffed."

Gotta go figure out what takes margarine off of the ceiling.