I am sick of dieting, cleansing, refraining and abstaining from certain foods. Food, like life, should be enjoyed. Sometimes I’m just not in the mood for baked skinless chicken breast sprinkled with juice from half a lemon, and side of steamed broccoli; I want fried chicken—leg, thigh and wing with the skin intact—with mac & cheese and/or mashed potatoes with gravy, if I so choose. Just to be “good,” I’ll add spinach or broccoli, sautéed with Italian dressing. It pains […]

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