My mother was a dynamite dessert maker, a fave being cream puffs. She'd top half of em with powdered sugar and the other with chocolate frosting. Natch, we'd be SURE one didn't get more of the chocolate vs. the sugared.She even had to divy up the M and Ms by color, as if they tasted different. Kids like things even-stephen tho.


Being world's pickiest eater at the time, I can recall plenty of stuff I detested. My father liked stuff like spareribs and 'klraut. Ack.