I’m guessing that you were keeping your yeast in the cupboard. (Most people do.) It’s a BIG mistake.

The wamth of the cupboard is a prefect breeding ground for infectious pathogens.

Keep it in the refrigerator door compartment where the butter should go.

If your dwelling is ever burgled (let’s hope it isn’t, because it feels like your stuff has been raped), the thieves would be able to steal your yeast. (The idiots never think to lift the butter flap! Possibly because they’re high on illegal substances, but I shouldn’t speculate.)

What’s more, in either case, when the moment is right and you are oh so ready for yeast, you’ll know exactly where to find it.

But what I’ll treasure most about it is the people.

And….what a beautiful city.

Any sugar-related problems downstairs?

I do have a few fillings but no massive dental bills. Thanks for your concern.

(Then there are entire subsets of surviviors to those pulverized by: food processing machinery, wood chippers, pulpers, shredders, manure spreaders, confetti makers, industrial coffee bean grinders, etc..)

Sugarlips, I’ll bet your dental bills are massive.

Yeah, honey, I’m sorry, but Jessica does not care that you’re up to “nm,” which is probably my least favorite abbreviation ever because people always say it and then say something that is in fact happening.

Two confessions: (1) Those beefsteaks I mentioned: they were really cherries. I didn’t want to make any more enemies in the tomato community than I already had, so I just let everyone rest easy in the vat of their preconceived notions.

(2) These aphrodisiacal qualities of these tomatoes aren’t just effective on those in the Bi/Lesbian/Tranny community, they work on heterosexuals, as well.

I’m still working on a name for marketing purposes. Right now, I’m toying with: “Semen-Kissed,” but I worry that too many Americans will get the wrong impression that there’s a nautical theme going on. I don’t want anchovy lovers to be disappointed.

“Cum-drenched” might work.

I don’t know….titles of products always seem to come out in massive spurts, so I’m confident that if I keep playing around with this thing, I’ll coat the wall with enough material so that one of these names will surely stick.

I just realized that your comment: 42.1 is somewhat misleading.

If CB was holding a candy bar “behind his back,” wouldn’t that mean he was holding the candy bar in front of his chest?

If I’m right, I’d suggest calling Kerry at home and asking her to get some of the PAN tech crew back to the office so your comment can be remedied to more accurately reflect your intended meaning.

There’s no need to thank me with words.

I don’t do the things I do for any reason other than seeing how your eyes sparkle like Liberace’s top hat whenever we see one another and reminisce playfully about the time I discovered your error in a comment to CB about that darned candy bar.

Memories.

The judges discovered, to their delight, that my tomatoes had double the normal vitamin C, 40 times normal vitamin A , higher levels of anthocyanin than ever recorded, and two to four times the normal amount of lycopene.

All good, no doubt, but it wouldn’t have made the slightest bit of difference had the proof not been in the tastiness of the pudding fed beefsteaks. One judge described the experience as being akin to suckling upon God’s scrotum. Another came in his pants. (He left before completely the judging, so my victory is still in question amongst some of the contestants — the ones who, I might add, chose not to sample my product.)

You should hear the offers I’m receiving from “organic farmers” in Humboldt County. I don’t know what they’re growing, but they sure do seem keen for me to bless their crops with my love nutrients. It’s kinda cute how desperate they seem. Nutty people.