Andy can’t believe Doug slept most of his day away. Neither can Doug! (I needed to catch up after a couple of weeks of not getting much rest.)

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The Alabama Supreme Court ruling on embryos being children gave me pause. If so, then a fertilized chicken egg must be a chick. ~ Peep! Peep! ~

~ Shudder! ~ 

Thank your lucky stars if you don’t live in the USA these days.

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A runza by any other name – cabbage burger is what I always called them – is a yummy meal. In my state, there is a fast food restaurant called “Runza”. Of course, they have the usual fast food items – onion rings, soft drinks, ice cream, hamburgers, and more – but the star of their menu is, no surprise, the runza. The day the chain announced they were putting one of their restaurants in my town was a huge deal.

I especially like their onion rings and a salad with cranberries and pecan meats, but their runzas are pretty average. I like best the homemade version with nice shreds of cabbage, recognizable pieces of onion, and a hamburger with a coarser texture than the restaurant’s. It seems like they run all the ingredients through a grinder, creating a smooth paste that probably cooks faster and more consistently than my homemade version. That said, theirs still is a yummy treat!

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My Class of 1966 group meets today at noon for our monthly luncheon. I was going to make deviled eggs to take but the fear of boiling baby chicks alive – ahem, cough! cough! – was too grim a prospect so I baked an apple pie instead. The menu for today’s luncheon features fried chicken, damn carnivores that we are!