Such is my cross, that I must often let fly a long-winded raspberry in the face of those I wish were doing a better job of feeding me. Call it culinary tough-love. As my pappy was wont to declare before caning my hide raw for mooning a schoolmarm or some such monkeyshines, "This'll hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you." Not sure I ever bought that line, but it resonates with me now, here on the other... More >>>