My husband John is a health food nut, er…advocate, er…aficionado…umm, person from way back. Thirty-five years ago, before it was even remotely cool, he was a nutritionist at a tiny little health food store called The Carob Tree. He doesn’t merely believe that eating healthily is the best thing to do, he actually likes it. You would think that after having been married for over thirty years to this man more of his healthiness would have rubbed off on me, but, well…it hasn’t. Darn.
See, I care what things taste like. I won’t drink the lawn clippings all ground up in the blender with organic acaia no matter how good it is for you. But John…well, he is another story. Taste comes second. He...
