Yesterday afternoon about three-thirty, I was preparing to put a chicken in the oven to roast for a sensible dinner. Over the course of the next ten minutes, the electricity flashed off, then on again two or three times. Normally when this happens, it goes off for good. I decided on my back up plan for the chicken. Though I have a gas stove. The oven won’t work when the power goes off, so I lit the burner with a match and fried the chicken, a less healthy and much welcomed choice. When I served dinner, still with no power, Bud passed on the healthy side salad, and probably had the best dinner he’d had In a while, fried chicken and butternut squash pie, all the good stuff and not too much pesky nutrition. He was a happy man.