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Just for laughs...

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That said, I did not like having to pretend to love my grandmother's cooking. My grandmother's house was the one place my parents did not tolerate me being brutally honest.

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Dude, that sucks. My grandmothers were both awesome cooks. Dad's mom (Bohemian descent) was the master of the kolachkie (I have yet to get her recipe to work - pretty sure she left something out on purpose), and my mother's mom was the cook who hosted all of the holiday dinners for a reason!
 
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