This is from a blue-haired woman with neon eyeshadow

My roommate Samantha complained that she ought to be featured more prominently in my blog. Today I was making breakfast and she commented "You remind me of my mom."

I turned and gave her a quizzical look; Samantha's mom is a (presumably ex-) Marine in Texas. Samantha followed this up with the explanation that this is "because you cook."

In which case, great, then Emeril Lagasse reminds me of my mom. (No, not really, sorry mom!) Or, wasn't there some serial killer who liked to cook strips of human flesh before ingesting them? Yes, that brings back the nostalgia and savory aromas of home.

The other Samantha gem of late was when she returned from a trip to Texas and commented that she had such great food on her American Airlines flight because "they must be trying to make up for crashing into the World Trade Center."