If you're a loving cook (and most cooks are), you make your loved ones' favorite foods. In fact,
you know that what we love -- or hate-- in some ways defines us. For instance, I am a chocolate fiend and, if I'm smart, when I'm trying to slim down, I don't even keep it in the house. I buy a tiny, perfect piece at the grocery check out (50 calories or so) and I eat JUST THAT ONE.
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| If I want chocolate cake, I make one for a friend's birthday and have a piece. Perfectly happily. This one was Roberta's. |
Dave's a baseball nut. My mother-in-law loves peppermint. My sister-in-law hates green vegetables. Roberta has a life-long love affair with the organ--even has one in her house. Your favorite color is ____. My boss "never met an egg she didn't like." Tony's passion is national parks and scotch; I don't know in what order. Artist friend Dan is nutty about bluegrass and my friend Bud waited long years for his Bosendorfer piano. My sister Helen adores green beans. Sue loves the beach and anything lemon. We know who people
are (partly) because of these things.
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