He challenged all of the clubs in our district to see who could collect the most amount of canned goods for the Haitian Health Foundation.

She pulls from a shelf certain rare spices and sugars that her successor is unlikely to use. Insulating the jars with softbound books and sheafs of cooking notes, she packs them in a carton that came to this kitchen holding boxes of Italian pasta. She examines the fanciful designs on a container of sugar imported from Turkey, a favorite finish for the surface of cookies: bearclaws, butter wafers. The large, faceted granules glitter like bluish rhinestones; children always choose those cookies first. She wonders if she will be able to get this sugar anymore, if borders will tighten so austerely that she will lose some of her most precious, treasured ingredients: the best dried lavender and mascarpone, pomegranate molasses. But in the scheme of things, does it matter?
She comes upon her collection of vinegars, which she uses to brighten the character of certain cakes, to hold the line between sweet and cloying. She takes down a spicy vinegar she bought at a nearby farm; inside the bottle, purple peppers, like sleeping bats, hang from the surface of the liquid. Greenie used it in a dark chocolate ice cream and molasses pie.

I would eat fruitcake if there'd been a nuclear war and I'd run out of canned goods.

It's a huge disappointment and I love doing radio. We got canned 20 minutes before the hour.

My clubs are already on the way to Akron, I just came back with a putter, a ball, a hat and some shoes.

My mind boggles at the amount of violence inflicted upon children in today's society.