Reminds me of a story. Back during the Great Depression, in a Kentucky coal camp, my grandparents raised a garden just like their neighbors. My grandma had pumpkin vines, and picked some pumpkin blossoms to deep fry for supper. She knew that
1. You pick off excess flowers from pumpkin vines to make the remaining pumpkins bigger. Male flowers won't develop fruit anyway.
2. Deep frying blossoms is just using a matrix for eating deep fried batter, like rosettes or funnel cakes.
However, there were no secrets in that small town. Some neighbors were shocked, and figured if my grandparents were reduced to eating flowers, they must be totally out of food. So the neighbors threw my grandparents a food shower, even though they were as well off as anyone else in town.

Personally, I think all cookies should have candy googly eyes.

For that matter, why does the assistant have to be 22 years old?

The training wheels are to keep it from tilting during gameplay.

My daughter's boyfriend makes the best momos, with a delicious onion sauce. Now he feels obligated to make them anytime he visits, which is fine with me!

When I was 2 or 3 years old, we lived in a tiny apartment and had few, if any, Christmas decorations. My Dad picked up some groceries on Christmas Eve as the store was getting ready to close. They were taking down some decorations, so my Dad snagged several Coca-Cola Santa Claus posters and a cardboard standee. Those were our Christmas decorations for a few years, and really cemented my visions of Santa... with a Coke. Luckily, my parents didn't buy soda pop.

Could they fix this by hiring women as census takers?

The spelling and grammar in the article gave me a headache.