Cooking in the West

As Easter approaches, and the robins return, my thoughts turn to digging out the spring and summer clothes. I look at my white flabby arms and panic. Then I look at my white flabby legs and become inspired to unload the ironing off the exercise machine, dust it off, and take it for a spin. A few moments later, my inspiration has turned to perspiration, and I begin looking for ways to justify returning to hibernation.

I just received my health screening results in the mail and was delighted that none of my cholesterol levels were in the red zone. This signifies that I can justify continuing my...