rascal
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Same at our joint. Dictatorship chew with your mouths shut, elbows off the table, and ask,may I please leave the table.Our home as a kid growing up was not a democracy. It was a dictatorship. We might get to pick the dinner meal on our birthdays, but the rest of the time, the only person who could make special requests for what my mom cooked was my dad.
As for health, it was "Eat your spinach, it is good for you." Well, it may have been good for us before it was canned, and before it was dumped in a pan of water and cooked for WAY too long. My dad loved overcooked food, just like his mom used to make.
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