In another news flash, we find that Mom's home cooking can be hazardous to your health. I used to feel guilty for depending on Domino's Pizza or Chinese carry-out on those nights (most of them, these days) when I don't feel like cooking. It seems that I've been doing myself and my loved ones a favor unawares. (Save the thanks for later, Kemosabe.) My house has been safer than most, apparently, from overloads of nitrogen dioxide, formaldehyde and any number of other bad actors through my reluctance to fire up the oven unless unusually incentivized.

Who knew?

Do you suppose there are as-yet-unknown health benefits from having allowed the weeds unfettered access to my garden?

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