Wow, who would have thought that something coming out of the rear end of a large mammal could make food taste…..better? I do not like vegetables, a fact that caused great consternation to many, and one that kept me sitting at the dining table for many hours as a child, while my siblings got to go outside and play. “You are not leaving the table until you have eaten your brussel sprouts!” was a common threat in our house. So I ate a lot of cold vegetables back then, well, until I was old enough to make my own meals. Perhaps I had some intuition that I was eating horse dung? Horse dung cleverly disguised as vegetables. They couldn’t fool me…… So my husband and my next-door-neighbor (who is 87 years old and owns the aforementioned tractor) are really in their element as they talk about what they are planting, and how much crap they want to put on their gardens. They talk about how much crap they put on their gardens last year, they even talk about how much crap the guy that lived here before we did, used to put on his garden. They talk about the best kind of crap and the worst kind of crap. They discuss how expensive crap is to buy, the best deals on crap and that crap isn’t as good as it used to be. Their conversation ends, my husband comes into the house, grins at me, picks up the paper and heads down the hallway. “Where are you going?” I ask… “Bathroom” he replies. Wow……………………………………. Jude with the clothes peg on her nose.