JonquilJan,

The first time, as I recall, about my food reunion was the upstairs
neighbors invite for a Sunday breakfast. I accepted and appeared on time
for SURPRISE a pumpernickel miniature bagels and cream cheese.

Let me tell you, I was right in the wrong place for breakfast!

Not to embarrass myself, I forced myself to eat them.

Then ya know what happened? The "I remember this flavor!" braincells rang
out.

Next was them serving up spaghetti and ragu sauce. I'd had no such thing
in years but, again being polite, it took only a twirlful that re-
awakened my brain that said "YOU LIKED THIS!"

I became food eager from that moment on. I was probbly 20 years old!

Andy