Well, in Marash Girl's case, the way to Marash Boy's heart was the hot dogs that her mother Jennie prepared for lunch on the first day Marash Boy came by to visit. He loved hot dogs, and his mother, of course, would never make anything but wonderful Armenian food . . . shish kebab, losh kebab, kufte, sarma, dolma . . . But Marash Girl's mom made all that AND hot dogs, and why she happened to be serving hot dogs on that first day when Marash Boy just happened to stop by (his car, he said, had broken down in West Newton, and he didn't have a quarter to make a phone call for help) is the secret of a lifetime of happiness!