Mmmm food for thought here ............

I make no apology for not being a cook, throughout my life I have always had a woman do this for me. My father couldn't cook either. But I have to admit I am secretly envious of men who CAN cook.

Nevertheless, addressing the trichonosis issue, I say "Pshaw" with a toss of my wrist. As I have repeated on the Forum ad nauseam, I am a statistician by inclination, and I would guess that the chances of getting trichonosis from pork chops are roughly the same as winning the lottery. (Which, btw has a $24,000,000 jackpot up for grabs in Florida tomorrow )

So, Mozart notwithstanding, I face the next fifty days with the calm and fortitude for which the Scots are famous, and if I do indeed succumb fatally to trichonosis, I will have the consolation of knowing that it couldn't have happened to a nicer person.

Murray