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the cauliflower gnocchi debacle

every day in this house is something new. or something old. like dylan not eating. we're all used to that by now. a stubborn refusal to even so much as sniff the food on her plate before declaring, "don't like it." how can you not like it? you haven't even seen it yet. if i were a hair puller, i'd be going damn near bald at this point. as louis c.k. put it, i have an obligation to feed her, so that she does not die. also i love her and i want to pump her full of energy and goodness. for the love of all that is good and holy i wish we could have one day where she would blissfully eat every meal i make. that would be the day...

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