We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Barrister ... My Mom used to call them mashed potato patties, She didn't often have to make them because her Audience used to finish off the mashed potatoes before they became Leftovers. When there were some left over, she would put them in a bowl with a raw egg to bind them, make patties, roll them in bread crumbs and fry them in a skillet.
Presto -- they would vanish like snow on a hot tin roof.