I am an omnivore, although I tend to go for the veggies and fish. Nowadays, however, I get kind of worried about what’s on that buffet line. I know it’s not organic. I know it’s a lot of leftover stuff that’s being recycled into some other thing, so I tend to pass.

I take my mother to church on Sundays because I need a good dose of criticism and regret from which I can recover for the remainder of the week. The pandemic has pretty much put an end to the church pot luck, that and the fact that most people don’t know how to cook anymore, but I do miss especially the congealed salads.

The 1950s, 60s, and 70s were all about the congealed salads, and everyone had a salad that was their signature. My mother’s signature salad consisted of lime Jello with cabbage and Colby cheese in it.

Criticism and regret incarnate.