Every morning, during breakfast, my mother begged my father and us three girls to tell her what to make for dinner. Several times, we all sat and made a calendar for her to follow so she would not need to ask every day. And, every dinner time, one or two of us were hoping for something else. It was never a winning battle for my mother. Looking back, we were so spoiled. She was the best home-cook we ever knew, but we still had our demands….