I used to think that the food police only held honorary positions, but evidently you can make a career out of it, too.  Frankly, it's the honorary members who drive me crazy.  They insist on telling me all about bovine flaturence when I'm ready to eat my cheeseburger.  Or they may take the gentler approach and merely express concern about the condition of my arteries because of the bacon on that cheeseburger.  Either way, I have to fall back on one of my favorite sayings, which is "Please save me from those who mean well".  Please e-mail me at:  pjones41@kc.rr.com, and come join me on facebook, too.  Farmville or Frontierville, anyone?