When I was in high school, always dressed in khakis and a button-down collar like almost every other guy in the school, there lurked under the surface a thought that I would one day have a ponytail and earring. I kept that thought for about 20 years, then finally realized my place in the workforce was not going to think much of that. Now I couldn't have a ponytail even if I wanted it. But this way of eating has brought back some thoughts of the seventies, when my mother was attempting to bring "hippie" food into a house that loved its meats. She made horrible dishes of bulgur (which we promptly labeled vulgar) and other grains and even made yogurt for a while - without the modern conveniences that make it easily now. Fortunately for all of us (I think - could be debatable), she moved on. The cooking she passed on to me is a passion for making fresh bread and rice krispie treats, and neither recipe is on our current diet. However, I laughed when I saw this in my mornin...
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