Your comment reminded me of a true story. My aunt remarried in her late 50s. Her husband had a particular cookie he loved that his mother used to make. My aunt tried and tried to make them the way his mother did, but he'd always say, "They're good, but not like Mother's." One day she put a batch in the oven and went out to the mailbox. On the way back, the neighbor stopped her and they chatted a bit. When my aunt got back to the kitchen she was greeted by the smell of scortched cookies. Well, she thought, I'll give them to him anyway since mine are never good enough. It'll serve him right! He came in a while later, picked up one of the cookies, took a bite and said, "AHHHHHHH! Just like Mother used to make!"

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