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“Who else can put cocoa in avocados, call it cookies and not make you gag? Who else can make wheat-germ muffins taste like actual food instead of cardboard?" That made India laugh. "That's me, skilled at making food that doesn't make you gag and doesn't taste like cardboard.”

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Book:Incense and Sensibility
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