PORTRAIT QUARTET

It's 150º out (I rounded off) and people are dropping like flies out there. The flies, however, seem to be doing fine. One of God's annoying little ironies. And I'm really hungry and desperately trying to think of what I can whip up without having to go to the store. I have a little milk, and some salt. I'm wracking my brain, but so far I haven't come up with anything besides Salty Milk, which isn't my favorite. I know I should have stocked up, but I discovered that stocking up requires money. Man, they could have just told me instead of involving the authorities.