For some reason, the women in my family all seem to have issues as they grow older with one particular type of food. Well, sometimes more than one - I think Aunt Sandy was down to only being able to eat boiled chicken at one point, but at least one. You never know what's going to trigger it, and it's usually something you could eat as a kid, but...
So... you all know me. My rallying cry has always been "My ancestors did not claw themselves up the food chain for me to eat nuts and berries!" I've always been a carnivore, but with the advent of Hank, I've tried to eat much healthier - I managed to last almost a year as a vegan, even, although eventually my body said "enough of that nonsense". But now...
My body has decided that it hates salad. Green stuff. The stuff that I avoided like the plague when I was younger - now that I'm older and want to eat it, it goes through my body like Usain Bolt heading for the finish line. So, you know all those stock photos of women laughing while eating salad? Yeah, not so much.
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