Yesterday I saw a most curious thing.  A couple came into the restaurant I work in and sat in the bar for lunch.  When I seated them, I noticed the woman was carrying a rather large volume entitled "Cooking Light".  I wondered as I walked away how many questions the server would have to answer about what we marinate our chicken in or what we use to sauté our green beans.  
    Much to the delight of my twisted sense of humor, I walked by their table later and got to see what they ordered:  our stuffed mushrooms-- which are full of cream cheese and deep fried-- and a chicken finger platter complete with fries.  If ever I have experienced a moment when I wished I had the guts to whip out my cell phone and take a picture, that was it.  I would love for all of you to share in the full enjoyment of the scene by having a grainy visual aid.  Alas, I am a chicken.  But at least I'm not a deep fat fried chicken masquerading as a salad.

CL