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When I was kid, the only thing my mom trusted me with in the kitchen was the salad.  So every night, right before dinner was to be served, I was asked to come in the kitchen and make this bland, boring salad.  I’d reluctantly tear up the lettuce, cut a tomato and cucumber and it’d be done—it was the easiest chore I had to do, but that memory has resulted in me being a non-salad eater. People love salads—me? Not so much. When I go to a restaurant, the salad section is usually not even an option for me, unless it’s a caprese salad, which isn’t really even a salad, it’s more like a cold appetizer. So I’m scarred for life—no salads for me…until…my trip to Raleigh, NC last month where I tried this incredible salad at Firebirds.

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When I was in elementary school my mother made me French toast for the first time. For 2 months straight after I refused to eat anything else for breakfast. I would get up for school every morning and happily cover every square inch of delicious toast in powdered sugar and then devour it before the sugar had time to dissolve in the butter from the bread. I’m in my 20s now and have discovered stuffed French toast. It’s basically like eating a hot, melting cheese Danish, and what can beat that?

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