Is it wrong that I enjoy messing with my family?

I came from a very bland, processed food background – margarine not butter; Cool Whip not whipped cream; American cheese (OK, Velveeta) not, well, any kind of cheese that had a semblance of flavor… My wife drug me kicking and screaming into the world of real food. My sister did not make that transition.

My sister and I discussing pizza options for this evening. Methinks she was a little concerned that I would be using only goat cheese to top said pizzas.

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