Woke up this morning feeling yucky. Something in the food did not settle well or I'm catching something. The dogs knew something wasn't right as they were laying on the bed a 10 am and whimpering. (Yes they had been walked.) Thank god for mother-in-laws. So the plan today is to lay around unless someone needs me. I don't feel well enough to go anywhere otherwise. Nasty Mahoney is right, we need foodie friends. I'm so tired of good pieces of meat being punished by bad cooks. 

Daily wisdom: If you burn water stay the hell out of the kitchen. No one likes bad food.