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Darn, I’m older than dirt!! ….enjoy a little stroll down memory lane… Someone asked the other day,,,,,,,,,,,,,’What was my favorite fast food when growing up?’ We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up, I informed him, ‘All the food was “slow.’ ‘It was a place called home,’ I explained! Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it. By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.