If you heard the explosions in my house earlier, don't worry.  Nothing was being detonated, that's just the sound of eggplants when they're roasting on the gas stove and they pop. I know!  I was a little scared, too, before I realized what it was.

I made a little song in my head today.  It went like this: "Don't put too much salt in the food, don't put too much salt in the food..... don't put too much salt in the food..." and you get the picture.

It worked, and a little Leafy Boy followed me into the kitchen after he'd cleaned his plate of food to tell me, "You're such a good cooker, Mama."

"Awww," I said.  "Did you like it?"

"It was delicious."

Gosh, charmer, get to a woman's heart, why don't you?