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Actually, that silly pizza picture yesterday reminded me of something fun to talk about. I have a friend who is in her 50s. Technically, I could be her mom. Her mom is not that much older than I am. My friend was talking about how when her mom makes something that she's made for years (in the world of cooking and baking) my friend really, really, really wants it to be exactly the same. She does not want her mom trying any variations of the old-favorite recipes. She asked me if I was the same way - or if I had been the same way when my mom was still around - and I do not recall being that way. But, wow, did it ever dredge up the trauma of having my sandwich cut into two rectangles. What kind of mom refuses to remember that the offspring needs to have triangles. It's not a want, it's a need. I'm resisting the temptation to Google the topic to see what I'd find. It's rare that Google can't find something about every topic. There was one time when it came up blank and I deeply regret that I did not make a note of it..... it's nice to have some truly benign regrets.
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