My son has had a vegetarian friend staying with us this week. He just went to the airport to leave. I sort of short-circuited while cooking dinner last night. I am accustomed to men pulling up chairs and eating meat and vegetables with gusto. This was almost beyond me. Planning two separate meals and trying to make sure the already anemic-looking fellow was well fed. He was staying on a ranch for Pete's sake! I may be a tom-girl but I will cook for hungry cowboys without complaining (for a while, anyway).