Today I give thanks for the paramedic and the son not rubbing it in my face that they can eat my all time favourite junk food... Coke slurpees. Oh... nope. Wait... yes, actually, they did. The agony... I'm pretty sure that, after seeing the look of utter betrayal on my face as they waltzed through the door, though, that this will not happen again. Oooohhhhh Catholic guilt... you did not let me down. Bastards. Seriously.
What I do give thanks for is my culinary friend who offers tasty suggestons for the no-fun diet and lends out her yummy cookbooks... even if I have to look up some ingredients in the glossary. Which begs the question: should we be allowed to cook with ingredients we have no clue what they are?
