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My Grandma did not at first understand my husband's love for bananas. On our premier trip to Florida (home of all Jewish grandparents, at least those originally from New York), my grandparents took my husband (boyfriend at the time) and me out for a typically early Floridian dinner. We returned to the condo and my husband headed to the kitchen for a banana. Had he reached for a piece of golden glow cake or a scoop of ice cream, the world order might have been maintained. However, "Who eats a banana after dinner?" Surely my husband must be a strange bird with some kind of eating problem.  Read more >

The more you know, the more the details matter. Earlier this year, I got into apples. Before, an apple was an apple. Now, I pay great attention to the type of apple I am eating. I even stick apple PLU stickers on the border of my office whiteboard to track what kinds I have already tried. Who knew that I don't like Red Delicious with the skin on (it's too thick) or that Pink Ladies were the perfect level of tartness for me?  Read more >