Please pass the burnt potato chips

My mom was a big health nut (and still is) when I was growing up so the only way I could get my hands on junk food was to trade for it during school lunch. The problem was I didn't have anything in my pink My Little Pony lunch box worth trading for. Kids would give me their burnt chips or the ones with green edges and I was happy to take them. When I got older and could buy all the junk food I wanted, I thought my mom's methods had backfired. Little did I know that I'd become a health food nut myself when it comes to my kid's diets. Now I'm the one who buys organic raw milk (not homoginized or pasturized to preserve nutrients). Our bread is filled with what my sister, Katie, calls bird seed. I guess she's right since birds eat millet too. Sam's favorite snack is Veggie Booty (the only way I can get him to eat veggies other than in his Vruit Juice). While I know that someday he'll eat french fries, I'm trying to delay that day from coming as long as possible. I've learned about the benefits of buying nitrate free lunch meat and cheese that's made from hormone free milk. So much of our nations food supply has shifted from natural to chemically enhanced and I'm leery about that stuff in my children's tiny bodies. Julia has already been subjected to this line of thought because I make her baby food and freeze it.

So Mom, thank you for teaching me as a kid to like hearty breads, to eat my veggies, and most of all to never stop learning.