Before I write one more word, let me say that I love my sister Lisa and I am most grateful for her generous hospitality.
On the day we arrived at Lisa's house her refrigerator was a stark and barren place. Not at all what I was used to. Our refrigerator was always overflowing with mounds of food. Mark took one look inside that fridge, and declared that he was going to turn Lisa into the white Oprah, or maybe a Melissa McCarthy look alike. Since then he has been feeding her one spectacular meal after another. Last night it was pork tenderloin, baby broccoli, and fried macaroni and cheese. So I have a before photo of Lisa, and I will take an after photo the day she kicks us out of her house. Having seen what Mark's cooking has done to me, I think it will be interesting.