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The Power of Scent

saxikath and I were just in one of the office kitchens, where someone had not yet taken their toast from the toaster. The smell of the toast was fresh and crisp, and it reminded me of this little diner around the corner from my childhood home. The diner, at the top of the subway stairs, was run by Jack, a Greek-American with a mustache and an accent, and he used to make these delicious grilled cheese sandwiches. I remember when I was a kid, Mom used to take my brothers and me there, where we would eat the grilled cheese sandwiches and drink these frosty, thick, vanilla milkshakes.

Years later, Jack retired and sold the place, and it became one store after another. Jack found out that he didn't like retirement, so he took a job as a doorman at one of the neighborhood apartment buildings. Eventually he passed on.

I miss the diner. And now I'm craving a grilled cheese sandwich.
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Oh, grilled cheese. Suddenly I'm starving!

BTW, I like your new blog-look.
We went to Milk Street and I got a panini.

Part of the reason for the new blog-look was that I wanted something that would be more readable on the smaller screens of smartphones. I think this style works for that.
At least grilled cheese isn't hard to make.
I ended up getting a panini at Milk Street.
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