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Sunday, March 31, 2002 Oprah and the Color Green Kristin subscribed to O Magazine for the last year. Many of the articles have been good as an extension of Oprah's talk show, but she decided not to renew the subscription. My biggest problem with the magazine is the center section, in which (presumably) Oprah discusses great items for the home and fashion for today's woman. Rarely do I see an outfit described that costs less than $500 as shown, and there are similar prices for the home items. $65 for a bath towel? At that price, you could buy a high end digital camera for what it would take to fill your linen closet! It seems in this regard that Oprah has lost touch with her viewership. The average American family could not afford to decorate their house with these items or wear these clothes. The only way they could is if they are lucky enough to get on one of Oprah's holiday shows, in which she gives each audience member an amount of gifts roughly equivalent to the GNP of Uruguay. ------------------------------------------------
Georgia On My Mind  We visited Kristin's grandparents and parents in Georgia yesterday - a relatively short trip made interminably long by Parker, who cried virtually the whole way, except when he was asleep. In Jacksonville, we played Death Race 2000 with a highway cleaning crew. A worker decided to run through uncoming traffic to get to the median, nearly being sideswiped by the van in front of us. This scenario happened again just seconds later, except this time, the worker was drivng one of those grass-cutting tractors! Across five lanes of traffic! Who does he think he is, Kevin Bacon in Footloose?. "Please Slow Down, My Daddy Works Here", indeed. We had a lot of fun, got to play a lot of Nintendo with Kristin's cousin Ross, watched some home videos, and got to take a nap. I found it really amusing how you could tell which side of the guest bed Kristin's parents slept on. One one night table was the book "Gallant Waif", whose blurb read "Kidnapped by an elederly member of the peerage!". On the opposite night stand, "Biohazard: Moonseed", which read "It eats planets. And it's Here.". I wished I had seen Moonseed first, instead of thumbing through Gallant Waif. Kristin's grandparents have a wonderful combination of wisteria and azaleas out front. Should have taken a picture. And we saw a hummingbird. Finally, we went to Golden Corral for dinner. This buffett was quite unlike any other steak house buffet I've been to - i.e. it actually tasted good. Especially a wonderful Bourbon chicken with a pasta cream sauce. Mmmm-mmm. ------------------------------------------------
Saturday, March 30, 2002 When Krispy Kreme Ruled the World Who needs an amaretto cake with sour creme frosting as a wedding cake? Try a cake made of Krispy Kreme doughnuts instead! Really. I'm serious. "You don't need to be a graduate from a culinary school to do this." And newlyweds aren't the only ones who can't keep their hands off piping hot fresh glazed doughnuts. I'd say these two drug addicts really wanted to leave an easy trail for the police to follow... ------------------------------------------------
Friday, March 29, 2002 My very first Friday Five 1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose? Richard Harris. I NEVER get tired of listening to his 'war' stories about himself and Peter O'Toole. 2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel? This is hard. To me, famous people are rather ephemeral, and hard to grasp as people. I'd probably say Phil; Hartman, as he could always make me laugh. Don't ask me to explain any further - after all, I am only a simple caveman, and don't understand your 'blogs' or your 'inter-net'. 3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose? Billy Zane of Sean Connery, it's a toss-up. 4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who? If my hair grows out, I'm often referred to as Greg Brady. Better than David Schwimmer I guess, who I recently realized could play me in a movie. 5. Have you ever met anyone famous? I've shook Dave Thomas' hand, walked behind Donald Sutherland, and talked to a political activist aide who just spoke seconds earlier to Spalding Grey. And a great-grand uncle was one of the Parker brothers. That as close as I get. ------------------------------------------------
I, Borg  I bet that you often wonder "Hmmm...if I were a cyborg, what would my name be?" Mine would be Judge Engineered for Forbidden Fighting. Kristin would be Kinetic Robotic Individual Skilled in Terran Infiltration and Nullification. And Parker... Positronic Android Responsible for Killing and Efficient Repair. ------------------------------------------------
I *Heart* Oak Trees Ever wonder what's wrong with Valentine's Day? Thousands of trees and acres of virgin forest were razed to tell you you're my bestest friend. ------------------------------------------------
Want Tar With That Air? And the Newberry city commission decided to allow Watson Construction to build their asphalt plant in town. Eventually Watson plans to build a cement batch plant on the site as well. I understand that these are necessary industries, especially in a get-up-and-go society such as the United States, but does it really have to be one mile from downtown? I mean, Newberry's borders extend for five or six miles in every direction. Legally, there was nothing to be done; the land was zoned for industrial purposes, so that's the way the cookie crumbles. However, a small chance of overturning; one of the city council owns an auto repair business that has done $5,000 of work for Watson in the past two years, and he did not recuse himself from the voting. That could overturn the decision in court. I hope. One has to wonder though. With all the outcry we hear about the existing Florida Rock cement plant, which is a couple of miles out of town, why then did only 600 of 3,300 residents sign the petition against the cement plant? Kristin and I didn't, becuase we did not hear about it until it was too late. How many others did this happen to? ------------------------------------------------
Why Dr. Laura is bad for America I listened to Dr. Laura on the way into work today, and I realized why she bothers me most of the time. A caller told her how she and her husband have been trying to have a second child for years. After two miscarriages, they succeeded, but found out the child would have Down's Syndrome and they elected to terminate the pregnancy. Crying and upset, she asked Dr. Laura how she should handle people that thought she had just had another miscarriage. Then she made the mistake of saying that she and her husband had made the right decision. And Dr. Laura went into detail on how they made the wrong decision, that what they did was not right, it was convenient, and essentially gave this distraught woman the grief that she was hoping to avoid from other people. And then she ended the conversation. How many times do people call her, audibly upset, and get treated this cavalierly? I understand it is a radio talk show, that she does not have time to get into the issues fully, and that she is mainly on the air to espouse her opinions of morality. But many callers turn to her not only for advice but some type of therapy, and that is something that Dr. Laura simply does not provide. I'm beginning to think that Talk Radio should only be for the purpose of espousing political opinions. At least there, when a radio personality is full of BS, they're not putting a PhD in front of it to back them up, and listeners will not think, "Oh, they're an expert, so it must not be BS). ------------------------------------------------
Man versus Stomach My testosterone-laden, video-game playing, Ahnold-loving self secretly thinks it would be really cool to go fire a submachine gun. But, as they are serving African, Asian, and Latin American food at the Cultural Heritage festival downtown, I think my stomach will win out. ------------------------------------------------
Freshman Red-Shirt A UF student leaned out his dorm window the other day and shot six people with an air-pellet gun. How stupid was that? Doesn't he know there is a concealed weapons permit in this state? Lucky he didn't get shot himself. I wonder if he would have done a melodramatic leap from the window, screaming like that Stormtrooper in Star Wars. Especially this weekend. The Veterans of Foreign Wars is having a fund raiser where you can go and fire over thirty different types of weapons from different wars, from .30 caliber water-cooled Browning machine guns to flint-lock muskets to Silenced Uzis. 35 centsa round, Boy and Girl Scout get in half price! With that kind of firepower running around, the student is lucky he doesn't look like Swiss cheese. ------------------------------------------------
Going on Autopilot This guy would make Mark Twain> proud: the ultimate riverboat captain. ------------------------------------------------
Springtime Took parker for a walk the other night...I sang him as many TV theme songs as I could, as well as all of the James Bond movie theme songs. His favorites - Rawhide and Live and Let Die. Parker also got to see our neighbors dogs, which he found to be the funniest things in the world. Before he had that encounter, he ignored dogs. Now he turns every time he hears one barking, and gets a big smile on his face. We also had rabbits in the front yard he other day. I called Kristin and Parker outside...just in time to see them do their very best Barry White impersonation. "Let's get it on." We quickly took Parker back in. ------------------------------------------------
Monday, March 25, 2002 Oscar, Phone Home Kristin and I ended up on the blog of a blogger of a blogger that Kristin was referred to by one of her chat group circle...a blog maintained by a girl who works in the field of phone sex. Quite a strange read, especially when she spoke of caller's fetishes. I really couldn't understand the Scat fetish...I was thinking, does the caller ask her to say "Skip dop dood-a-wop bebop a boo baby" a bunch of times? Then, I realized the scat was was just a contraction of a longer word. Ewwwww. But sex isn't the only business for telephone speakers. There's also the people who do voice overs for multinational phone calling services, like Enron. We also had company over yesterday - first time in a long while - to watch the Oscars. The biggest stars of the night were Sydney Poitier, Cirque de Soleil, and Uma Thurman's breasts, which the cameramen seemed to zero in on at every commerical break. It was sad to see luminaries such as Donald Sutherland and Glenn Close relegated to guarding Oscar trophies, but it did seem that as the night got on they got over their bitterness (perhaps one of the statues contained a hidden whiskey bottle? These two seemed to tilt before the evening was over.) I surmised Mickey Rooney was waiting in the wings to take over once they staggered away from the desk. Between J Lo's Prom Dress, Gwyneth's "Last time I was here I looked like Cinderella, but guess what, it's after midnight now!", Faith Hill's sherbert dress, and Cameron Diaz apparently stepping right out of the shower onto the carpet, it was a black letter day for Hollywood Fashion. It was downright Armageddon if you consider Sally Kirkland. Thank Goodness for "ready for GQ" couple Hally Berry and Eric Benet! The day is saved!! But I'd say we had a blast with Michael and Elaine, and can't wait to invite them over again. But don't get us started on Ha Luegnations and seven foot tall Muslim Babwa Wawas. ------------------------------------------------
Friday, March 22, 2002 Trade in That Orange Hat for an Orange Jumpsuit I have no problem with people that hunt. It's a primal thing that our race had to perform as a matter of course for survival, and it part of the natural world. I do have a problem with wanton killing and destruction, and taking more than one's fair share. And I have special contempt for this man, who can't seem to control his bloodlust. So he can't find a deer, and so decides instead to shoot some horses and a dog. One has to wonder, if no animals were available, would he have resorted to shooting a person for the thrill of it? Idiots like this guy mar the whole idea of hunting. ------------------------------------------------
Your Flying Crane Is no Match for My Strutting Turkey When the founding fathers were deciding on a national bird, Benjamin Franklin argued that the turkey, not the bald eagle, should be the official bird of the United States. In only he had known about their unique attack abilities, preying on unsuspecting motorists, he would have had a more compelling argument. ------------------------------------------------
The World Series of Love Listened to an interview with Pete Billac, a writer of self-help books. In the eighties he wrote a book entitled "How Not to be Lonely", an instant best seller. However, he found that the buyers of the book were women, ten to one. How could he make the book more attractive to men? He changed the title. "How Not to be Lonely Tonight". And promptly sold 3,000,000 more copies. What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet ;) ------------------------------------------------
Bad Doggie On the drive in this morning, local talk radio spoke of the court ruling yesterday for 2nd degree murder charges in the dog mauling case in California. A local dog trainer came on and said it sickens him how noone takes him up on his offer to provide free obedience classes for large dogs. He then followed that statement up by stating that he puts down a dog who so much as growls at him after he's done teaching them obedience, and how his dogs at home have sat for twelve hours in front of the food bowl waiting for him to give the command to allow them to eat. Gee, I wonder why no one takes him up on his offer. I've seen little dogs that growl for no good reason. Not only is a growl a threatening gesture, dogs do it when they are frightened and scared and want to make themselves look more intimidating. Growling is no reason to put a dog down - it just means back off. ------------------------------------------------
For that Deep Down Body Thirst Yesterday was Gatorade's 65th anniversary. A radio news article stated UF has made 77 million in licensing fees since the drink's creation. Last year Pepsi, which manufactures the drink, sold 2 billion dollars worth of Gatorade. Why doesn't UF see more of that money, hmmm? Heck, I think we could fund the whole University from Gatorade sales alone :) ------------------------------------------------
Wednesday, March 20, 2002 Minor Pet Peeve Sci-Fi Channel Replaced the sometimes witty, always ubercool Invisible Man with the show Strange World. Now I haven't yet seen this show, but I've seen the barrage of ads - and it annoys me to no end that the explosion seen at the end of the ad is not a scene for the show, but is actually the shot of Dennis Hopper's house blowing up in Speed. The little plastic deer give it away. How cheap is that? ------------------------------------------------
Monday, March 18, 2002 I Mean Whoa! And to top it all off, then Blogger has to act screwy. Sometimes I feel I'm channeling Yosemite Sam when using my computer. "I...Hate...You" ------------------------------------------------
Creepy, yet Mod I saw the strangest horror film this weekend...the Abominable Doctor Phibes, starring Vincent Price. Kind of a Cross between "Yellow Submarine" and "Silence of the Lambs". Some of Price's best work, methinks. ------------------------------------------------
Drooping Drop Downs It's leaner and faster...except in IE 5.1. For some reason it moves like a dinosaur in there. Today, I was told by systems that the department is upgrading...to IE 5.1. Sigh. Typical. ------------------------------------------------
Drop Downs So my work site had beautiful, but clunky drop down menus. I didn't write the code, I found it, and it was free, and it made navigating the site a snap. Then the man who wrote the code sold it, and the company that bought decided to add outrageous liscensing fees to it. Undaunted, I sought out a new code and rewrote the site to incorporate it. ------------------------------------------------
Friday, March 15, 2002 Le Peu Again? Another day, another skunk! ------------------------------------------------
Thursday, March 14, 2002 Skunks So I drive an 1989 Honda Accord, a car that by most definitions of the word 'car' shoud have fallen to pieces a la the Blues Mobile years ago. I've taken that car everywhere and pushed it harder than Sisyphus pushes that boulder. One of the car's greatest problems is its lack of a reliable A/C system - recently I have given up and just suffer, especially in North Central Florida summers.  However, over the last few weeks, a new insidious evil has sprouted up. It seems that every three days or so someone hits a skunk, just outside Newberry on the one road that goes from Newberry to Florida. And guess who doesn't have the luxury of being able to hit recycle on his air controls? It would be bad enough if it was a one time occurrence, but just as soon as they scrape up one, BAM! and it starts all over agin. It's like the skunks line up or something. ------------------------------------------------
Wednesday, March 13, 2002 Clarification By "Almost a disaster", I mean that I lifted him up directly into his mobile - not the one made of sturdy plastic, but the one made of strings and ribbons. Luckily I realized it or it might have been a choking hazard. Cannot wait to go home...and...sleep. ------------------------------------------------
Monday, March 04, 2002 Soon He Will be a Giant Time to get Parker a new car seat...it's kind of like having the amazing Colossal Man in our house! ------------------------------------------------
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Sunday, March 31, 2002 If It Was Good Enough For Jesus ...  A lot of stink has been made about this new billboard by PETA, and I can fully understand why. First off, let me clarify that I do not agree with PETA in ideology or tactics, and although the billboard states a truth, I do NOT think it serves to increase the number of breastfeeding moms. Of course Jesus wasn't fed formula. Duh!!! It wasn't around and milk substitution was only used in emergencies, especially if another nursing mom wasn't around to help out. I personally think it is a great billboard EXCEPT for that bottom bit ... unless they are suggesting all women should get preggers and start pumping from here to eternity to completely replace the intake of cow's milk ... Off to drink a tall, white, frothy glass .... ------------------------------------------------
Life is but a "Dream" Quite a few of my college friends read the Sandman series, and in fact, Philip gave me one of the graphic novels. Still, I'm not quite sure what to make of this ...  Which Member of the Endless Are You? ------------------------------------------------
Parker's Photo Gallery Well, I've finally caught up (somewhat) on Parker's Photo Gallery but apparently some of the links are wrong and I haven't done captions for half of it and I don't have weekly summaries up. Darn it!!! This weeks pictures still need to be done too. And to think, I thought I was awful for slacking off on the picture taking to start with!! Argh! I really wanted to be caught up with this completely by the end of the month (which happens to be tonight) ... I still wonder if I'll meet the deadline .... oh, Jeff ... help ... please!! ------------------------------------------------
Friday, March 29, 2002 Parker got my pasty-whiteness, too. I keep hearing how much Parker looks like me, but at that playgroup luncheon on Tuesday, I realized he has my skin type too. We started out outside and it was about 82 degrees outside. We weren't in the sun and a breeze was going. Within 5 minutes, we were both clammy. By the time lunch was over and we had been sitting outside for about 30 minutes, his poor little head was all sweaty and both of us had red rosy cheeks from the temperature. We definitely need to move to a cooler climate now. Shopping for little boy clothes has not been nearly as much fun as I think it should be. All the cute girl dresses are calling to me, and with everyone thinking Parker is a girl because of his hair, I've entertained thoughts of getting one. But, I'm being a good mom and holding off. For now. ------------------------------------------------
How the Oscars screwed TLOTR You know, I think Ian McKellen didn't win an Oscar this year for Lord of the Rings, because the academy knew he could win either this next year or the following one for the exact same role, with the same caliber of acting. Talk about being able to make it an easier decision!! ------------------------------------------------
The Infamous Friday Five, 3/29/02 1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose? I would probably have said Gwyneth Paltrow in the past, but after her Oscar outfit, I'm not sure I can. I guess I'm not the celebro-phile I used to be. 2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel? Yes. Princess Diana ... I was mesmerized by the TV coverage and even bought the People Special Edition on her. 3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose? I don't think anyone ... I'd miss my baby too much. Unless of course, I was doing it specifically to promote breastfeeding by example... that would be ultracool, so maybe Faith Hill or Uma Thurman?? and Uma's breasts? 4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who? Yes, though I think they are mightily swayed by weight ... lets see, Kathy Bates (uhh, WAY too old), Roseanne Barr (puh-leeze), Rosie O-Donnell (cute, but I still don't think so), Mindy Cohn (Natalie, from Facts of Life), or Ricki Lake (not sure if they mean then or now). 5. Have you ever met anyone famous? I can't recall meeting anyone famous off the top of my head, so I am not sure. If I have, I didn't go running up and point them out, regardless. At most, I treated them civilly, and now I can't remember who it was. HA!! ------------------------------------------------
Thursday, March 28, 2002 A Lactivist's Perspective Here is a great journal article by Judy that answers all sorts of questions from her perspective on breastfeeding. I agree with everything she has said, and I think she answers the questions so well. I love the blowing question, too. ------------------------------------------------
Wednesday, March 27, 2002 Parker's First Tooth! Well, today, Parker got his first tooth. It was not necessarily a pleasant experience, as Parker has not been himself all day. He's slept a lot, cried a lot, and whimpered in between. But, his bottom front right tooth has broken the surface. I'm guessing the left is soon to follow. I hope it happens soon, cause I feel so badly for him. ------------------------------------------------
Tuesday, March 26, 2002 First Mommy Playgroup Today, I went to my first mommy playgroup. Parker had an absolute blast, though he lost ALL his naps today (at least any meaningful ones ... 15 minutes here, 30 there ... this does not count). He was probably the loudest one there, but everyone commented on how he seemed so happy and were impressed with his ability to sit up on his own (he can go for about 5 minutes, self-correcting). What was really neat was that it was a group consisting entirely of nursing moms, and it reaffirmed in my mind that what we're doing is right, I don't nurse him too much, and that snacks are a-okay. Also, two of the babies have already gotten their first teeth, which Parker is trying to do himself. They are showing through the gums. I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow morning I woke up and saw two teeny pearly-whites shining up at me!! ------------------------------------------------
Monday, March 25, 2002 Welcome Little Allison My best friend from high school, Vici, and her husband, Craig, had a beautiful baby girl this Saturday morning. She weighs 8 pounds, 8 ounces and is 19" long.  Welcome to the world, Allison!! ------------------------------------------------
Friday, March 22, 2002 Dissertation Proposal is FINISHED! Well, I've finally finished writing my dissertation proposal. I think I did a pretty darn good job, but that is up to Dr. Vierck and my committee to decide. My professor will now get a chance to read over it and make any suggestions he wants to make, but I'm hoping he'll be pretty happy with it. The only major problem I see with it is that the text is 39 pages long (this does include the references). On top of that there are 2 pages of images, 7 graphs, and 4 pages of tables. 52 total pages. I think we actually did have a guideline that stated something like 20 total pages. BUT ... I know a lot of my committee don't have the right background to understand all that my proposal encompasses. AND, my proposal encompasses a LOT of stuff. I guess we'll see. I need to finish my preparation for the oral exam (proposal presentation), and two major hurdles will be behind me. ------------------------------------------------
Friday, March 15, 2002 To My Son, Parker
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I Taste Like Bread?  I am a staple in almost everyone's diet. Friends like me are a complement to any other friends I get on with almost everyone, remaining mostly in the background, but providing substance when it would otherwise be lacking. What Flavour Are You? ------------------------------------------------
Yard Work Our yard is a wreck. We have tons of weeds in both our planting areas AND the yard proper. In fact, I'm not even sure how much true grass we have. I know we should use some weed and feed or something, but I'm afraid of having a dirt yard for a while. Sod would be great, but we definitely can't afford that. I just talked to another mom who said she goes out with her little boy early in the morning and does some weeding, while her son sits in his stroller and watches. Sometimes she'll take a radio out there with them, so they have some music. I think I might actually do this, cause it looks awful out there, and it might entertain Parker some. ------------------------------------------------
Thursday, March 14, 2002 Army Crawl Parker is starting to "army crawl" ... he is lifting himself up alternately from the front and rear, and occasionally getting his tummy completely off the floor, and is inching forward. He's growing up so fast, it is so neat to see his character grow and blossom. Of course, along with growing up means outgrowing some of his acoutrements. Jeff is most worried about losing the use of his swing. Some nights, that swing is the only way to get him to fall asleep. ------------------------------------------------
Wednesday, March 13, 2002 Cats and Baby We have three cats in our house, and it is clear that Parker has preferences. When he sees Midnight, he talks and babbles, tries desperately to pet her. Yes, pet her ... he does a really good job, and only pulls occasionally. Not that she minds so much ... she pulls her own hair out. She also sleeps in the bed with all three of us ... it is normally me, Parker, Midnight, and Jeff. She snuggles against his back ... very cute. Then there is Amber, who is much more wary of Parker, but still allows for pets ... just to be close to me or Jeff. Finally, there is Lockheed. Neither Parker nor Lockheed want anything to do with each other right now. Parker doesn't even pay much attention to her. I think the cat-baby dynamics in this house are fun to watch! ------------------------------------------------
Thank goodness for electricity. Our electricity went out last night in the middle of the night. Not exactly sure when, but part of the time it was out coincided with Parker's mid-night snack. Jeff fumbled out of bed and got Parker from his crib, about 3 feet from the bed, and told me "That was almost a disaster" ... I'm still not sure what he meant, but I do know he doesn't do well in the dark. I lay Parker down beside me, and try to get him latched on. Normally, we leave a closet light on in the room for a little ambient light, and I just then realized how much I rely on that light for this task. I couldn't do it at all. So, I asked Jeff to entertain Parker for a few minutes while I make my way to the kitchen. Luckily, I know just where the lighter is in our "junk" drawer, and make my way to the guest bathroom for a candle. A screaming baby sounds a lot different when there are no other noises, like the A/C, or the fridge, etc. The second he latched on, he ate and slept. ------------------------------------------------
Monday, March 11, 2002 Surprising. Well, it was actually amazingly little. I guess that is due to the fact that it was the second one of the day. Last night, Parker went to bed at 6:30. Jeff followed suit at 8 pm. Jeff slept till 6 am and Parker till 6:30 am. Why, then, when I hand Parker off to Jeff when he gets home, does he still insist on acting like he's had a grueling day at work? I swear. He should try to stay at home ALONE with Parker for ONE day. One day is all it'll take, and he'll be DYING to get back to work. ------------------------------------------------
Grunt. Grunt. Plllllllffffft. There's a sound that strikes terror in my heart. It is preceded by some grunting, then the sound of .... a bowel movement. Is it a blowout? Will I need to take a bath? Change clothes? Or will it be remarkably small? I'm not counting on that last one. ------------------------------------------------
I Don't KNOW!! Today has been utter chaos so far. Parker has had such an irritable day today. Is he teething? I don't know. I gave him some Hyland's teething tablets, no effect. Is it gas? I don't know. I gave him some mylicon drops, no effect. Is it upset tummy/indigestion? I don't know. I gave him some gripe water, no effect. This poor child. Mommy with a headache is not any fun. I gave myself Tylenol ... no effect. I'm starting to see a pattern. ------------------------------------------------
Saturday, March 02, 2002 Aioli vs. Mayo So, we decided to make sweet potato fries, and wanted a dipping sauce of some sort, just in case. Find that some really expensive restaurant serves it with a garlic aioli. This leads to a web search for aioli, and quess what we find .... it is mayonnaise. Yep, mayonnaise. Which makes us wonder, what is mayonnaise. According to the dictionary and, you guessed it, the web, it is a combination of egg yolks, oil, salt, lemon juice, sometimes vinegar, sometimes mustard. Jeff pulls out our jar of mayo from the fridge. None of those ingredients make the top 5. Odd, hunh? ------------------------------------------------
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