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Recently a guy standing in queue at the grocers blamed drinking from Styrofoam cups provided by his work for making him sick. He went on to say it had to be chemicals leached from the Styrofoam (or the dandelion greens salad he had for dinner the night before). I was privy to detailed description of the symptoms, a horrible stomach ache with "terrible lower abdominal cramping" and "gas or diarrhea cramps without the gas or the diarrhea". He was sure something had poisoned him, either E. coli on the greens or Styrofoam chemicals. What is wrong with people now days? Why would Joe Schmo in the grocery store tell me about his bowels? Why is it that after 20 years, once we find that Styrofoam is not so great a choice for food storage do we suddenly become sick? Why didn't he suffer for years with "gas or diarrhea cramps without the gas or the diarrhea" from Styrofoam without ever knowing why? Furthermore Joe Schmo, why do you think that just because the

While sitting on the patio watching the squirrels scurry about and playing tag, I had a conversation with my mother (she's 80) and asked if she ever ate squirrel as a child. She said yes, squirrel, rabbit and once they had opossum for Thanksgiving. She doesn't remember much about the rabbit or squirrel, I guess it was more ordinary fare for them. But the opossum for Thanksgiving... that she remembers. She was old enough to turn up her nose at the idea until she tasted it, said it was very good. Mother said it tasted... no, not like chicken , but like a pork roast. According to my mother, grandmother was a horrible cook, so she may have had better memories if it weren't for Grandmother Bristow's horrific kitchen abilities. (between you and me, mother takes after grandmother) Mother said she thought it was called Brunswick Stew. I Googled it and sure enough she was right, they also call it "Virginia ambrosia" Here's one story: The original Brunswick Stew ,