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Dan: “Hey Dan, pass the potatoes.” Syl is already reaching over for them as she asks me, clearly all business. I smile cause I can tell that her take charge mode is a cover. She tends to get like this when she’s nervous - well, that and the tell tale sign of stress eating tubers, of all things. Hardly, a comfort food. When Becca went to Israel and they were on a break from each other, she would try out new recipes for rutabaga chips (cajun, was a particular favorite) and devour them. Then we moved on to borscht right before Becca returned. I was bracing myself for sweet potato pie but we never got there. I guess I’ll have to wait till Thanksgiving. It’s crazy to think we might still be together then or that I’m even looking forward to anticipating what she’ll cook for a holiday a year from now. “Crazy” isn’t the right word. No, it’s nice.
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