To me, there is little greater than the combination of carbs and red sauce. Big Red Sauce is one of my oldest friends. It’s seen me through some tough times. It’s the edible equivalent of ugh boots. Squishy. Comforting. Accepting. A little daggy. But not really something I’ll pull out for company. It was the …
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There are certain foods I pretend don’t exist. They include coffee eclairs, columbine sweets, croissants and chunky Kit Kats. I pretend they don’t exist on a day to day basis because if they did, I would be a darn sight bigger than I am now. It’s not about self flagellating denial. It’s more like deleting …
