My closest friend and I agree on just about everything. Well, everything but food. She holds fast to the belief that fat is bad and calories mean everything.
She's decided it's time "to start being good again." So the other night when she came over for dinner she knew I was baking salmon and had asked if I would be offended if she brought over her own sides. For many reasons, I told her I certainly wasn't offended.
So as my family sat down to dinner we enjoyed baked salmon, confetti style faux cous cous, and asparagus cooked in ghee and fresh garlic.
On her plate was a lovely piece of salmon and a sad little pile of plain brown rice.
By those standards, I never want to "start being good again."