It’s nice to have time to think about food.
What I mean is, it’s nice to be able to consider what one will eat.
I find that I need to know what I want to eat and where I’m going to eat.
What do I want today?
I was raised almost exclusively on fish.
So why do I crave meat?
I have a few friends that are real “foodies” and its always a hoot grabbing a bite to eat with one of them.
But, then there are the friends for whom food is a threat.
They ruin it for me every time, without fail.
They remind me of my lack of discipline.
But guess what? I ‘m more fun to be around.
I’ve come to the conclusion that the old rule is the best rule.
Everything in moderation.
You want bread? Have a little bread; but only the best.
You want cheese? Have a little cheese; again, only the best.
Having veggies? Roasted, please, with oil-infused herbs.
So, yeah, I fell off the soy-organic-(kinda)-vegan-wagon.
I landed on my feet.
My criteria now?
Make it fresh.
Make it real.
Make it good.
I’ll still have my gluten-free, dairy free pizza. my brown rice, and my favorite almond milk.
But a rib-eye is welcome any time.
That’s what I call a balanced diet.