The hills to die on

A friend at the gym: I'm staying with my grandson this week while my daughter goes out of town.

Me: That should be fun.

Friend: Yeah, but she is leaving at tofu casserole in the freezer for him.

This is for Marta the Cuban cook. This is the real cheese at Patrick and Ilene's. Am I happy to be going there this weekend? Oh yes.

Me: That sounds disgusting.

Friend: He doesn't like it either.

Me: What are you going to do?

Friend: What do you think? Mac and cheese and hot dogs.


Just sayin'. You don't see art proclaiming that raw food, macrobiotic, vegan diets make you pretty. I would also like to note for the record that Southern cooking does not make a broom grow out of the top of your head and that there seem to be a lot more Miss Americas from the non-northeast part of the country. Not that those women couldn't look good if they made an effort, but when SH and I were in Boston a couple of years ago, I did notice that the only two well-groomed, made-up, hairstyled, shaved-legged, non-birkenstock wearing, well-dressed girls I saw in Cambridge were speaking Spanish. Just sayin'.