wash your hands after you eat too

First there was Piglet (thanks Robyn for reminding us). And then there was Babe, hero of my favorite film of 1995. And now there is the flu.

For some reason all of it just makes me want to go live on a farm.

Real dirt doesn't scare me. But the menu that I am handed at the restaurant where I have lunch, out of which someone else's crumbs fall, that makes me nervous.

No, I don't think I'll catch the flu. But those crumbs do make me think.

and it's obviously a huge success

I read about (this links to a Swedish article, sorry) a Swedish grocery store where they've stopped throwing out the food when the dates expire.

What they do instead? They cook it. Just like you would at home. They've hired a chef, who cooks the food, and then they sell lunches. Genius.