Yesterday, we went to my sister-in-laws for the holiday meal. We took a broccoli and beef dish, zucchini with pepper jack cheese, a vegetable muffin with cashews and Hubby's famous pasta salad (a regular recipe and an organic one he made for us). Alex and I ate only the organic versions, as usual. Hubby (also as usual) sampled some of the typical fare. He usually eats organic with us, but occasionally eats regular food when he's out. He doesn't go nuts, though. Since we have started eating organic, he says he only really misses two things -- bread and ham. I bake bread occasionally, but he's SOL on the ham (simply out of luck, that is). So he ate ham at dinner. He and Alex hated missing out on ice cream, so we got a machine and I make vanilla from organic cream and milk with organic vanilla and local honey. We pack Alex's lunch so she doesn't eat the crap at school -- have you SEEN the lunch menus lately?!?! And my seven-year-old reads the labels on her food herself and if she can't pronounce it, or if she doesn't know what it is, she doesn't eat it. It's pretty amazing. Anyway, there's the background and after Thanksgiving dinner, we went to visit my friend, Daphne. A member of her family was seriously ill and in the hospital in Lexington. Alex wanted to stay with Daphne and I said no. So she (*being a 7-yea-old girl who had not had dessert on Thanksgiving*) said she wanted to stay and eat the food she really wanted with Daphne, not the old organic junk I made her eat...