Soak that corn in a lye solution, Barbara, as the masochistic Swedes used to do to make lutefisk. Them little ol' kernels'll swell right up and become hominy. Then wash it long enough to get rid of the lye leavin's, theoretically. In order to choke that stuff down, you grind it up into grits. As Utah and Kendall Morse would say, "Good though!"

You mean the fajitas at Taco Bell don't cut the mustard, Barry? They may not be Texas, but they're ubiquitous!

Kendall, I really like the "seafood" mystery-mix that imitates crabmeat. Make up a "seafood salad" with it now and then, as a break from peanut-butter sandwiches.

Caroline reminds me that her mother almost never bothered to fry the mush until it was growing some little blue friends all over the top. Now that might discourage even a fried mush lover dreaming of old family times. Let's hear it for "pooch poop!"

Sandy