Okay, so here’s the deal. About 25 percent of you seem to want me to provide recipes without so much as a peep. You think I talk too damn much – which I do, I’ll admit. Some of you have even expressed the opinion that I complain more than I should, which is a point of view that I don’t happen to share. See, I think having things to complain about is one of the big perks of aging. The way I see it, there’s just more to bitch about every blessed year. And really, without my complaints and opinions, these chronicles would be just a bare-bones collection of recipes without a hint of personality.

Well, I don’t know about rest of you people, but I guess that would suit at least one of you to a perfect T. So to satisfy any “just the facts, ma’am” types out there (you know who you are), I’ve created Wilma’s Recipe Box. At that location, you can print out, send, or just read the recipes without all my commentary.

To get to my Recipe Box, just visit the Recipe Box index page right here on the chronicles. There, you’ll find every recipe published so far (all two of them, as of today) listed in alphabetical order. Pick your poison and click. That’ll take you right to the recipe you’re looking for over at Wilma’s Recipe Box. To get back here to the chronicles, just look for links on the sidebar – you’ll see ’em.

Anyhow, I hope you all like this idea. But no matter what, I know that at least 25 percent of you will be be over the moon about it. Matter of fact, I just hope I see him around the chronicles once in a while after today, because I’m not through with him. I mean, aside from the fact that I need every visitor I can get, I have a lot more complaints that Mr. Ants N. Yourpants hasn’t even heard yet. Wouldn’t want him to feel left out, or anything.

Okay, that’s all I’ve got for now. I’m on my way to go find out what my three feline destructions are tearing apart in the other room. Something’s got them all fired up, so it must be valuable. Just thought I’d let the four of you know what I’ve been cookin’ up.