When I grew up, dinner time never consisted of stopping at BK, Wendy's, McDonald's or Arby's. My meals where spent around the dinner table with food. Real food. Food that was killed, plucked, grown, washed, heated and served. I don't think "high fructose corn syrup" even existed yet.
As Charlotte begins to eat "real food"...I can't help to be contentious about what I feed her, but how without being pretentious? So begins my journey to find the truth about food and help me educate others around me in an honest, caring, non-pretnencious way.
Today Matt called me a "food hippie". Hopefully by the end of my journey I'll still have shaved armpits and won't smell like patchouli.
I'll be interested in seeing this evolve.
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