You may have read about my war on crumbs. Well, now I have a new war in my home, and it centers on junk food.
Most of the time we eat a pretty healthy diet, but sugar and butter are weaknesses. We make special trips to Amish country to pick up flour and come home with 25 pounds of cane sugar as well. We use that sugar for baking, for homemade ice tea and in coffee, and it is surprising how much we go through.
So it is probably no surprise that I try to limit the sugar in other areas, not to mention the bad fats and chemicals.
The problem is that for the most part, although we don’t buy junk food, it comes into our house anyway. Candy by the ton filters in from birthday party goodie bags, care packages from the grandparents (who seem to think that anything less than two shopping bags full of candy is deprivation), and the office. And the kids can’t get a hair cut, visit the dentist or even mail a package at the post office without getting a lollipop or two. A wave of zombie-like Kit Kats, Snickers, Butterfinger and others will march into our house around Halloween, despite my efforts to lock the doors and hide with a pitch fork.
Okay, I didn’t exactly tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth back there. Of course, my husband and I can be a little guilty ourselves. Yesterday, I had to hunt up and down three aisles for some displaced Devil Dogs (the Halloween candy has already invaded) for my husband, and at the same time some dark chocolate just leaped into my cart for me as well.
Last month I cleaned out the snack cabinet (doesn’t everyone have a snack cabinet), throwing out a ton of junk food and giving away even more to the kids in the neighborhood. Despite this, the cabinet is filled up once again.