Why the Delay, O Funky Fresh Food Reporter?

My seven or so loyal readers (up from four!) may wonder about the fate of my promised "Funky Fresh Food Report." I'll demonstrate my penchant for painfully stretched metaphors thusly: It's simmering on the back burner, having been bumped off the 15,000-BTU Power Burner by a mountain of textbooks.

That's right, valued audience, your humble correspondent is out to improve himself. I'm taking nine, count 'em, nine graduate credit hours at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln (Motto: Perfecting Bureaucracy Since 1869).

So if you don't see any blog posts from 3 p.m. to 10 p.m. Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays, despair not. I'm either rock climbing to get the blood flowing for each night's three-hour class, attending said class, or rock climbing afterward to get the old gluteal muscles de-flattened. All three activities are sure to generate stories all of us can relish. Together.