SALAD DAYS
At one point in middle school, I told my family that I was a vegetarian. My mom was shocked. Not because I was one of those kids who’d ask for steak on his birthday, but because I didn’t really eat fruits and vegetables. If you looked at the food pyramid plastered in classrooms and doctor’s offices around that time, you’d have seen that my new proclamation knocked out half of the third story. And my dislike of fruits and veggies had already closed off the entire second floor. That left me with a small attic of fried foods and fats; a wide and robust foundation of pasta, rice, and bread; and a rich, oozy core of cheese and cream. Yeah, that sounded about right. Not to my mom. Let’s just say that…