Returning from a recent beach vacation, filled with many delicious dinners of fried sea critters, our family decided that we needed to eat healthy for at least a week to reverse some of the damage our indulgent eating choices caused over our vacation. I spent the ride home looking up healthy meal ideas on my phone and running them by my husband, our chauffeur, as I came across things that looked tasty
and healthy.
The first meal I prepared was a delectable shrimp salad, topped with avocado, sectioned navel oranges, and red onions. It took hours to prepare, but the whole family agreed that it was worth every minute of my time spent in the kitchen serving them. It seemed that healthy eating would not be so difficult after all. After cleaning up the salad plates, I sat down on the couch feeling a sense of great accomplishment and victory. I was a good cook and a good mom.
My victory lap would be short lived. In about an hour, we all stared at each other with a knowing look.
Who was going to address it? We were all still hungry. My 14-year-old was the brave pioneer “This sure would be a great night to go out for ice cream,” he subtly offe ...
