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Dear Fat, I remember the 90s. I remember Susan Powter and the fat-free craze. I remember Snackwells. I remember dry toast, plain baked potatoes, and screaming at my mom for cooking onions in a tablespoon of olive oil. I remember fat-free yogurt, pretzels, cheese (what?), ice cream. I remember thinking Red Vines were a health food because they were fat free. I know you remember it too. Thank god those days are over. Fat, I'm sorry you had to spend any time in exile. I'm on day 11 of my first Whole30, and before today I used to hide my love for mayo like a dirty little secret. Folks, today I'm coming out of the closet. Fat, I am in love with you. I love you in all your glorious forms (except partially hydrogenated and massively processed; also, sorry canola, but we're through; butter, see you in 20 days, if you're lucky). I am obsessed with Melissa Joulwan's mayo. http://www.theclothesmakethegirl.com/2010/06/03/the-secret-to-homemade-mayo-patience/ I dream about my homemade, nutty-smelling, definition-of-savory ghee. I could eat an avocado with a spoon, and do. A dollop of pesto in my morning omelette delights me like nothing else. Sweet potatoes, diced and roasted in coconut oil, rock my world. Sunshine sauce is my jam ("jam" like "rad thing I love," but I suppose "jam" like "jelly" too). Fat, how did I live without you for so long? Talk about insanity. As far as I'm concerned, you make the world go round, make life worth living, and may be the key to world peace. Well, maybe not. But you get my point. Fat, I'll never hide my love for you again. See you soon. Sincerely, Caroline