Twinkies, Campbell's and Jell-O: Everyone's First Love

A post-Thanksgiving sinus infection inspires Sally Higginson to play favorites with her food, and it's not the leftovers she's craving, but a box of Lipton's chicken soup.

Face it: everyone has favorites. All those kids who begged to know from their parents if they were the most beloved child? They got answered with the stock parental line, “Your father and I don’t have a favorite. We love all of our children equally.” Lies, lies, lies. There is a preferential order to everything. I thought about this the other day, as I shoved the ninth load of post-Thanksgiving laundry into my front-loading washing machine. “I love you,” I murmured to the white enamel Maytag. “You’re my favorite appliance.” Let the dryer or freezer or dishwasher hear my declaration of love. I don’t care. It’s true. I love my washing machine the most. It’s my favorite appliance, disposal be damned.  What caught me off-guard, however, was …

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