Just recently, on our way to hike in the NC mountains, we stopped at a local diner on the side of a two lane country road. My svelte husband ordered a pork sandwich with fried onion rings (And probably lost 2 lbs somehow while eating it).
I, in an attempt to dine healthfully (and relieved that the joint offered something other than pork rinds, pork sandwiches, and corn dogs,) ordered the “veggie plate”. Expecting corn and potatoes (which are often confused for vegetables), I was please to learn from the gum-smacking waitress the veggie plate would include squash and zucchini! YeeHaw!
Shortly after the hub received his pork sandwich, Carla delivered my veggie plate with a wink. I wasn’t sure what to do with my disappointment as my eyes met the 97 pieces of fried squash, fried zucchini and fried okra. DANG IT!
So I dipped ’em in Ranch.
That’s the thing about eating in America. Even when you have intentions of eating healthfully, fatty, sugary, giant-sized portions lurk at every corner. You sometimes have to really work to get the right things in to the pie-hole. You must be cunning to skillfully avoid all the garbage that’s on every aisle and every menu.
What we put in our bodies matters. And vegetables and fruits deliver nutrients, antioxidants, and minerals like no other food can.
…But not so much when they are battered, deep-fried and smothered in Ranch.