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When my husband, Marc, was a little boy his mother once baked chocolate chip cookies but, something went wrong and she burnt the entire batch.  She was about to throw them out, when he asked her for one.  She told him to wait and she would make a new batch, one that wasn’t over done, but he didn’t want to hear it.  He wanted one of the scorched cookies.  She humored him, and to her surprise, he loved it.  He declared it the best cookie she ever made, and he quickly  Read more >

“I am going to call in the order, and then I will shower and change,” I said to my husband, Marc, soon after I got home from work. “Ok,” he answered.  “I left my credit card and the menu on the counter in the kitchen.”   Read more >