A Moment of Silence

All cooking must stop, please This means you. That's baking, broiling, frying (yum! the best!), poaching, fricasseeing (and I know it's hard to stop a fricassee).

The Red Sox are eliminated.

Okay, just a little bit longer. Can you stop squirming for one second? Just turn the heat off and stand there, okay?

No more will the crowds throng Lansdowne Street and Yawkey Way. No more will those tempting and very greasy sausage subs be served outisde the park.

Oh all right. Geesh. Continue on. Is something burning?