The boys just devoured enormous pieces of salmon with capers, some bolognese sauce, avocado (not J), bell peppers, nuts, milk. I really cannot imagine what it's going to be like when they're teens. God forbid one of them should play a sport. I'll have to get a job at the market. They are now running laps around the table while eating chocolate pumpkins. J drank so much milk that I told him he was going to turn into a cow; he said, and I'll pee milk out of my udder. Oh lordy, I had to correct the cow anatomy misunderstanding. An order was placed today for a Thanksgiving pumpkin cheesecake, so this weekend I'm going to do a taste-off between two recipes. Sounds like a terrible job, yes?