A few years ago, a friend’s husband cooked dinner for a group of us. Next to the salmon and potatoes, he put a broccoli salad on the plate. In the past, I had never liked the concept of broccoli salad, which is cold cabbage with dressing.
Although I knew that as a guest it would be rude to skip his offer, I wasn’t thrilled about eating it. However, when I took a bite, I was… .
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