THE PATRON SAINT OF CASSEROLES

This is Saint Krista, my beloved paralegal. I took her out and bestowed sainthood because of the many food miracles that I have witnessed her perform. These miracles have consisted of tiny bites of things that she will sometimes give me from her tupperware. Tater Tot casserole made with Cream of Mushroom soup, Chicken Enchiladas made with Cream of Mushroom soup and oh those potatoes. I really love those potatoes. Somewhere in the back of my mind I think that the potatoes that were provided after the birth of my first child made me more willing to endure the pain of childbirth a second time. My nickname for my youngest daughter is actually "Tater." It's because her birth actually did result in a potato delivery and also because only she can bring me the same joy that those M*ormo*n Funeral Potatoes bring. I'm thinking of trying to break into the M*orm*on Cinema phenomenon by doing a flick called "The Funeral Crashers." It will be a weak knock off of "The W*eddin*g Cra*shers," and "Ree*f*er Ma*dnes*s" featuring a band of famished les*bian*s who dress up in pumps and those patterned sweaters from N*or*dstro*m and crash funeral after parties because they are addicted to the potatoes. I'm not sure it will ever be as big as "The S*in*gles W*ard" but I'm sure there must be some niche audience out there.