Summary: On Saturday night I caught up with a dear friend. As he tucked into his massive hunk of cheesy-greasy-chicken parmigiana and fries he questioned me with that tone I’m so used to… let’s call it one part impressed and three parts frustrated-annoyed-just-get-a-burger-into-you-girl: “How do you always stay so perfect with your food?” I didn’t want to turn our catch up into a food rant however it did spark an idea ... READ MORE
