I'm becoming a regular at the butcher shop on the way home from school. The one with really great store-made sausages and bacon. One of the guys there is a little friendly, though so far in a not-too-skeezy way. Sigh. I would hate to stop being a regular. This is one of the other trappings of being one. Either I feel (I know I shouldn't, Matt) obligated to keep patronizing, or it becomes a little too familiar and the guys a little too personal. I want to make shrimp-less paella for TD's birthday, and they have great scallops and chorizo and other things that I am not allergic to.