My meals tend to see-saw between healthy and not-healthy. This probably has something to do with growing up in a family that was (and is) very fat/cholesterol-conscious, as well as hyper-critical of the taste and quality of food. Add in my father's vocal lifelong dislike of meat and my mother who is an outstanding cook, and this is what you get. Did I mention the constant talking about food? Or the pantries jammed with enough food to keep us alive for 2 months if there was a sudden food shortage?
2 cups of Earl Grey
Cheetos
a piece of pear
1 honey tangerine
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