I'm told it's nearly Christmastime, so I've started baking kolachi, a Polish pastry my grandmother made for the holidays. I always send a few to my grad-school friends in Spokane. Sue, now 80, doesn't eat a whole lot of anything anymore. Since kolachi is essentially melted butter in loaf form, I figured I should call and see if she wants a whole loaf, or just half.
"Hi, John."
"Hey, hon. How are you?"
"I have the WORST diarrhea."