Many years ago, when I was younger and fuller of spare time, I wrote an irregular column on cooking for the “Armadillo Literary Gazette and Southern Intelligencer,” Lonestar Mensa’s newsletter. At the time I was somebody’s secretary, running a word processor for a living, and I wrote my columns on it during lunch hours and weekends. The association of word processing and cooking with kitchen machinery was a natural one in the circumstances, so I named my column “Word Processors and Food Processors.”
After a few years I ran out of things I wanted to talk about and quit writing the column, but when I came across my old roughs in a file folder recently, they still seemed good enough to be worth putting on the Web with my name on ’em. I’ve cleaned up a grammatical horror or two and some clichés that got past me back then, and taken out a couple of dated references, but otherwise I’ve left them alone. And here they are.
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