HAH! You're out of answers now, aren't you?! I've beaten you at your own game.
My cleverly constructed trap has left you thrashing around in a storm of cOnFUsiOn,
not knowing your own personal preference as to sweet/savory dishes.
And it's a bittersweet victory, ironically.
koff
Sorry... Not much goes on in Kansas City on Sunday nights.
Hot tea, Twinings English Breakfast, bold type... milk.
Gently stirred by a certain mouse, who's working off
his Amazon bill, for which I am somehow obliged.