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Record: Straight

So apparently, I completely fabricated the story about my grandmother handing down the gingersnap recipe, the "closely guarded family secret" element, the whole thing. My mom reports that the gingersnap recipe came from a woman in Illinois, whose own gingersnaps weren't that great because she omitted one key step during the mixing process.

This is disturbing because a major feature of my self-image is that I usually have a firm grasp on reality, in distinct contrast to 90% of the human population. Hmm. Perhaps too many heartwarming holiday have scrambled my circuits? Maybe.