Dear THE TB,
You'll have to pardon those who STILL don't know how to address a proper letter to you! And total forgiveness is needed for those of little faith, who don't know that writing a letter to THE TB is much like the Field of Dreams - if they write it, you will read it! Like JayT's mystical microwaved hot dogs, THE TB KNOWS.
But also pardon me while I digress.... Danny boi doesn't seem to know that one doesn't stand on BBQ sauce (he's not from Texas, you know) but BBQ sauce belongs INSIDE a person or, worst case scenario, gets spilled ON a person. Fortunately, I have managed not to bespoil one drop of BBQ sauce in my kitchen endeavors these past few days. NOT ONE DROP! Mind you, the cat has made every possible effort to rob me of this deliciousness, but I held firm.
And pardon my further digression! But Danny boi also doesn't seem to remember that THE TB is an artist of culinary finesse, wielding kitchen magic more powerful than Merlin's! Ashen, though, Oh Ashen! That feller knows how to write a good, proper letter to THE TB in reference to his own culinary conundrum! He may not be a Texan, but he's a right upstanding sort of fella.
Patiently awaiting your return,
gee
XXXOOO