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The guy I'm doing work for lately is Greek. His mother grew up there and is often at his house. She's really cool. She speaks four languages, including English, Greek, and German. And she keeps giving me this homemade food. Today, it was cookies. I told her how good they were and that I couldn't figure out what was in one of them, but it was different and yummy. She told me she made it with cinnamon and cloves. Neat! I really had no sense of what cloves taste like.

My lunch, microwaved frozen cannelloni, really doesn't compare.