Everyone likes something the other doesn't. The dislikes are way too abundant to call us a functional family. We are picky about our food the way Peter Piper picks his pickles.
Whether it be Mom's signature whole wheat pancakes on the grill. (an ancient family recipe) Or Laura's cinnamon rolls in the oven. (not so ancient) Or Sam's struggle with reaching perfectly crisp bacon in the skillet. Or dad's freshly squeezed orange juice. (made only two days out of the year) Or Louie's secret recipe eggs. (not so secret: add pepper) Or everybody's quick fix cereal bowls. (everyone likes a different kind), living in the Sposato house, one can always wake up to smell the bacon... Or to hear the bickering.
But that's just entropy at its best.
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