When Diane and I were dating, she relates how I used to take her out to exotic restaurants where vintage wines, fine foods and luxurious service were always the best...Nowadays, she comments, she is chained to a stove. Well such is the fate of women, but down deep I know that she is much happier cooking me exotic meals than having to get all dressed up and go out. Am I right Ladies?

My dozen or so barn cats are good hunters. Every morning I find a neat line of little mice laid out for me in front of the milk house. At this time of the year, mice are not as exciting to the cats as the moles. About a week before the moles attack the front of the barnyard, the cats are busy bringing me little moles. Next week it will be back to the mice.

Diane threw up her hands in dismay and said, "Good gosh oh’ mighty, get that stuff out of my kitchen."

Humph! “Diane has no appreciation for the finer garden treats," I mumbled to myself as I gathered up the yard long horseradish roots, food processor and jars.