Another Sunday and again I am gripped by the ancestral urge to eat a dish of macaroni. The problem: we get easily sidetracked around here. It's hard to do something that takes eight minutes, much less cook gravy for eight hours. So at lunchtime I decided to feed my jones by digging out the bottom of the refrigerator to get to the macaroni leftovers... from last Sunday... when we ate leftover gravy.

I felt a little ill after that. It lasted about eight hours.