Normally posts like this just go to my super-fab List. However, the response has been SO enormous in the last 24 hours, so I wanted to share it here. (Click Pssst...Are you on The List yet? if you want in on the conversation.)
From the email:
Last night, I was standing in my kitchen contemplating what to eat. I ate a big lunch, so I just wanted a snack.
Apple? Nah, I had one earlier.
Salad? Nope, I had that with breakfast.
A square of dark chocolate? Maybe later...
[Opening the freezer] Toast?
For a moment, my Itty Bitty Shitty Committee was all over that idea. Here's a snippet of what went through my head: It has gluten! Alright, a shit-ton of refined, white flour makes me feel somewhat sluggish, but I don't have any reason to believe that I'm celiac. You can do better than that, Kara! Really? I think there are a bazillion foods that might shorten my life faster than a single slice of organic, whole wheat sourdough bread. You're living on the edge. Ummm, it's toast. It's not heroin or a pack of Gauloises.
So, I lived on the edge: I ate the toast. I digested it just fine, but I couldn't digest what happened. While I watched The Voice, I mulled it over. And here it comes: