I feel like Paula Deen, on a desert island, without butter. Okay, maybe not that extreme, but I am a Southerner trying to give up sweet tea, so it is nearly as bad. Apparently sugar is the devil. Who knew? Sigh. Not anyone in my family that’s for sure. I don’t mean that in a bad way, but country folks raise you to eat everything and I do mean everything that is on your plate. That’s the way my dad was raised and my grandma still thinks her food must be horrible if you don’t have thirds of everything. Especially that jello salad concoction with nuts. Never mind what it looks like, just eat it.
Then you take the other side of the family. Wine could possibly be a meal by itself, but since that looks bad we serve it with plates of cheese and meat. Then we have dessert wine to go with it. I blame the French. That would be my ancestors. Anyway, the point is, we do like our food and wine. My mom and I have come to the realization that this cycle has to stop. Okay, so my mom hasn’t given up the wine yet, but perhaps she will taper off. Maybe. Not gonna hold my breath on that one, but moving on…apple/tree.
I am trying to make healthy meals for my family. I know it’s evil of me to force this “healthy” mess on them, but I like to watch them suffer. No, that’s not quite right. I like to make my youngest try new foods without trying to hold her breath and chew. That was fun tonight. I made one of my recipes from Pinterest (who knew you could actually use what you pinned there), and coerced asked her to take a bite. She ate it, without hiding it in the napkin, I mean I don’t know who would do that, but she did eat it. It also was NOT stuffed under her plate when she got up. Again, not naming names, but I never would have done that as a child with squash. Because it is 1:30ish in the morning, I am not adding pictures. I couldn’t sleep because my stomach was growling…I am sure I ate enough.
So if you happen to be in the same boat I am in, fighting to lose weight either because you have an illness or you just want to get in shape, grab a paddle and we’ll start rowing to get Paula. I can give up sweet tea if she gives up the butter. From my kitchen to yours. Night ya’ll.
“Down South, even our vegetables have some pig hidden somewhere in it. A vegetable isn’t a vegetable without a little ham hock.” ~Paula Deen
P.S. I adore Paula. She reminds me of my grandma making sweets in the kitchen:)
