“Mom, we’re even out of milk” – as she pours the last of the milk in a too full glass.  The chances that she will drink it all and not leave the glass half full (or empty, but today I’m an optimist) are so slim I’m not even going to project.  As almost everyone knows, when you’re out of milk its bad, real bad.  “Fortunately for you, there’s plenty of water”, I tell her as I contemplate what one can make with half a bag of expired shredded cheese, stale Triscuits and an apple.  Honestly we should be on a fasting diet anyway.