Bonding over Biscuits

"You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you. You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much..." Every time I hear these lyrics by Frankie Valli, I'm instantly transported back to 1987. A dorky, 4 year old in velcro Transformer’s sneakers creeping to my Nana's kitchen table, eagerly awaiting a taste of her homemade lasagna or freshly baked biscotti.