Dad used to rave at my crunchy baked breaded butterfly shrimp—straight from the grocery store bag. Mom, too. But recently she has taken to picking off the breading and eating just the shrimp. “I thought you loved the crunchy shrimp,” I ventured one evening after scraping the breading into the garbage can. She did, she assured me, but she was worried about “putting on pounds,” so she was picking the breading off the shrimp’s girth, leaving a bit on either end for a bit of crunch and flavor. After dinner, she scooped her nightly bowlful of Farr’s burnt almond fudge ice cream, settling into her recliner for the basketball game.
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There is not necessarily any logic to the thought process. Although this does make some sense that possibly she is trading breading calories for ice cream!
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One of my college roommates told me about how, when he worked at a pizza shop, two “portly” people came in and ordered two large pies with everything, two orders of garlic bread and two large Diet Cokes.
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