I don’t remember eating paste as a child. I’m not saying that I didn’t eat it, but if I did, the taste was so traumatic that I completely blocked it from my memory. I do vividly remember paste in the classroom though. It came in those jars with the brushes attached to the lids. And…
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This Is a Post About Food Allergies
Let us return once more to the time of burnt-orange and avocado-colored kitchen appliances. It was a time when you considered a friend extremely lucky if he got more than three channels on his family television—a 27-inch screen (with something called a picture tube) embedded in a piece of furniture the size of a small…