The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain

that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching

their peak in the afternoon.

Not in the mood for miserable weather.

Fly cheaply to Turkey with Sun Express.

Sun Express, non-stop sunshine. Hot apple pie.

Simple as that.

That's what I'm going to have.

Maybe even with a piece of cheese on.

We used to do that at the restaurant. I never understood the attraction until I tried it.

And then I thought, wow, this is hot apple pie with cheese on it.

It was one guy who'd always send his back because it wasn't hot enough.

No, never good enough for him.

Even though the fact that the cheese had probably just melted away into nothingness, a little bubbly patina, a little cheese patina.

He'd still send it back, I want it hotter.

So they'd put it in the microwave.

They'd mic that thing for three minutes.

And when it came back, he plunged his finger into it,

and the Yelp was heard throughout the restaurant.

So I seemed to remember.

Or I read that in a book.

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