She's hungry for what Laura Ingalls Wilder ate — so dish it up.

Have you noticed how book food always sounds more delicious than real food? And it has a strange way of staying lodged in the memory long after the details of a story plot have faded. As a kindergartener, I worshipped an anthology called "Let's Hear a Story." Two tales in particular I asked to be read to me over and over. The first, by Betty Van Witsen, was about a little boy who ate only cheese, peas, and chocolate pudding. One day, when he was playing puppy under the table, his brother dropped a piece of hamburger into his mouth. Instead of choking or getting yelled at for crawling around under the table (as you might have expected), the boy chewed wonderingly and said, "That's not cheese. And it isn't peas. And it couldn't be chocolate pudding." I had never been big on hamburgers until I heard that story. Instantly, they seemed luscious. Even boring old peas were more interesting with the Power of Literature behind them.