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The chicken mozzarella has become a problem. It has morphed from a tasty treat to an obsession. Each day I can't wait to sink my teeth into the crunchy brown and black cheese. Olives, pepperoncini, peppers (some green, some spicy),mushrooms, artichoke hearts, onions, garlic, tomatoes, and olive oil bathe the chicken bottoms as the tops crisp up under the broiler. The whole conglomeration goes over linguini and is topped with roasted red peppers.
With belly bulging, I have a new treat. There is a new program on PBS. It is called "Sherlock Holmes in the 21st Century". It is surprisingly entertaining. The plots are a little strained but the lead actor brings a whole new dimension to the character of Holmes. Holmes with a sense of humor is an entirely new concept. Mycroft is slim and sinister, Watson has abandoned his supplicating adoration, Scotland yard recognizes Holmes's talents, and Watson's new paramour seems destined to replace Irene Adler.
Moriarity still lurks in the backgound and Holmes has mastered computers (who but a computer himself could obtain such dexterity?). One of the touches for updating the stories is that Holmes no longer smokes. He wears a nicotine patch. While pondering one especially tangled question, he remarks "Hmm, this is a three patch problem.". The clues and explanations come fast and furious and the show is amusing and exciting all at once. So, each Sunday at 9:00 P.M. I have a new appointment to go along with Thursday's Big Bang Theory. Humor and thought combined, it is about time that I got to enjoy the frosting on the cake of life.