The goulash Der Bingle made turned out to be a variant of what I think of as goulash . . . and I encouraged Cameron to hit his grandpa up for a $5 Little Caesar’s pepperoni pizza. Der Bingle came home with an $8 three-meat pizza for him so I guess Cameron made out pretty well. Der Bingle would have been a totally guilty Hungarian, if he were a Hungarian, which he is not. There are lots of things I could have been photographing lately to add a little visual aid to these posts, but believe me, now is the time to be thankful for this little trend of no photos. Well, I guess I’d better get off the goulash subject and say things such as how nice Der Bingle is to bring me Hot Head Burritos and take Sydney to the fairgrounds and to give me all sorts of gadgets. Why, there are so many things that if I threw them in a bowl and made a culinary analogy, they would make a great goulash. Oh, dear, I am hopeless.