Well, I'm eating them! Ranger, you are Lobster Saviour. Surely you can overcome you herring phobia? Please let Jason and Kathy know that some whacko woman they've never met says they'll be consummate wimps if they don't show up. I made some comment in Mudcat about not being able to remember the last time I laughed until I got a cramp in my face. This nearly happended at Mary's. I just barely avoided it because face cramping has, due to age and physical issues, been replaced by nearly pissing myself at the highest level of mirth. The usual position for uncontrollable laughter involves crossed legs. Anyway, they should go. I've figured out the safest food for me to 'prepare' would be olives purchased from a decent olive bar.

I could bring the results of a rum & fruit experiment I began in 2004. Stuff tastes like ambrosia, but doesn't look terribly appealing. (After a few grapes or a couple of peach slices, you don't really care what it looks like.)