I Came by it Honestly

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My mom was a single mother. She worked as a waitress at a place called Snow Balls. She would come home each evening with a new treat to try. One night she brought home the original Kit Kat bar. Not the ones you get today but the original British version. Delicious. (Nothing like it is today) She went on a fudge bender once and would try a new recipe each night until she perfected it. So good! One night she brought home a honeycomb. It was both a learning experience and an oral one. Today I know what good food is all about. Good texture, flavor, and oral delight. If those aren't there it is rotten. I call myself a foodie because I enjoy food. I don't eat to live, I live to eat. I have been found medically to be pre-diabetic because I love it a bit too much I guess. What will I do? EAT! I am 71 years old. I don't go out, I don't socialize. I enjoy eating. I enjoy laughing. I enjoy reminiscing. I watch old movies and thrillers. I eat what I want when I want. Why do I need to go on some health extravaganza? To what end? A better life? Why? I eat enough fish and turnip greens to sink a battleship. If that isn't good enough then I will die a happy fish and chocolate lover.