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Thursday, December 28, 2006. One of my favorite memories of my parents, not surprisingly, involves food. One winter break during high school or junior high, my mom brought home a box of incredible dark chocolate truffles. The ganache center was impossibly smooth and tasted strongly of peppermint and cocoa. The white chocolate coating snapped when you bit into it, perfectly balancing the rich, creamy filling, and each truffle was rolled in crushed candy canes.

We can see GOD? Confessions of a LotsAholic. I never learned formal prayer. Well I did pray in Hebrew school,. Father Ron crossed his legs, leaned over, and touched my arm. Adam, do you see that mark I left on your arm? He asked. I stared at my arm, looking for ink or markings of some sort.