I hope you had an opportunity to warm milk in that skillet, Father Steve.

I arrived in Texas without a single cooking implement in my luggage. Miss Cyndy, the chief cook, allowed me to use a few of hers. Texans can be so very hospitable.

It is a good thing that Lent begins at midnight tonight. I ate enough chicken-fried steak and biscuits with country gravy and barbecued ribs and deep-fried okra and deep-fried catfish and hush puppies to clog up seven people's coronary arteries. I'm thinking that if I live on sprouts for the forty days of Lent, perhaps mine will become unclogged.