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Steve Peterman's avatar

I LOVE this one. So good, so true, so good because it's true. And I will share this with your audience, since as you love to remind me, I've told you every story I have multiple times: When your grandparents had the restaurant, your uncle Tom and I would stop by on our way home from school and make ourselves individual pizzas with a side order of fries. Unbeknowst to us, we were making a very early version of monster fries. The fries with the cheese and tomato sauce (and the white onions I liked on my pizza) were INCREDIBLE - as you can see, I loved them as much as I love this column. The only problem was, knowing how incredible they were, I was temperamentally incapable of waiting for them, or the pizza, to cool that crucial little bit, and my tongue and the roof of my mouth were perpetually burnt from the age of 13 until I went away to college. I was the gentle, early sixties Milwaukee version of a crackhead.

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Susan Peterman's avatar

Will got his love of fries from his dad. I’m potato chip gal - probably a Valley Girl thing.

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