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"Bread and Jam for Frances". Gods, haven't thought of that in ages. I'm going to have to hunt up a copy now. (You've probably started me on a hunt for several more cherished books from my kidhood. "Alexander and the Magic Mouse", "Harry the Dirty Dog", or "The Wizard of Wallaby Wallow"!)

I was always a "Peanut Butter and Honey (*never* jam) every day" kid. Drove my mom nuts. Wasn't until some time into High School when it became a natural part of the social fabric that I started getting cafeteria food with any regularity.

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