On Monday, Veteran's Day, Rachel and I went shopping for clothes. We stopped at the Westover Market, a neat little grocery store in the "town center" near our house, and I got her a snack and me some brisket sliders (the market has a beer garden out back, so they're a restaurant, too, with surprisingly good food).
"Do you want to try some brisket?" I asked.
"No thanks," Rachel replied. "The only brisket I want to try is MOMMY'S."
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