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My mother is really more of a baker than a cook, but her chicken stew is perfect, especially when she makes fluffy dumplings on top. She stayed up late making this after I had my wisdom teeth out and was unable to eat anything except popsicles and yogurt. Nothing I've eaten since has ever tasted better than that first spoonful.

I never liked strong tasting vegetables as a child: broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage. And I don't remember ever being served beets, brussel sprouts, spinach or any sort of salad green that wasn't iceberg lettuce. Now--I love all of the above vegetables, especially since I've learned to do something besides boil them into a gray mushy mess. I can make a meal off a head of cauliflower. I used to hate steak too, mainly cause I'd never had it properly cooked. My next goal is to learn to like stinky cheese.

Mmm, I remember Triples!!! I ate boxes and boxes of it, though usually not for breakfast. Something about cereal and milk in the morning turns my stomach. Now I'm a Clusters girl, with occaisonal Special K or Corn Flakes (must be Kellogg's--no Post Toasties and definitely no store brands)

I was the victim of my ex-boyfriend's mother's attempt at a "healthy" Thanksgiving dinner. Salad to start, with fat free, sugary-tasting bottled dressing. Dry white meat, no gravy, no basting. Sweet potatoes of baby-food consistency. No seasoning, and probably canned. Whole wheat hockey-puck rolls, with that nasty spray-on imitation margarine. Frozen green beans, steamed and otherwise naked. There was no salt to be found. I think there was some Mrs. Dash offered at the table. For dessert: some sort of sugar-free, crustless pumpkin pie with fat free cool whip. I haven't been home for Thanksgiving in several years, and have always managed very well eating with various friends or significant others, but that meal made me incredibly homesick and sad.