I blame my mom.
Growing up she insisted that every time we had pizza, we had fresh carrot sticks and celery. I guess that made her feel better about giving her kids fatty, doughy, cheesy goodness with a side of grease. (It should be noted that pizza was not something we ate often. And delivery pizza only happened once a year. 😉 )
Tonight we ordered pizza and I guess I couldn’t get this thought out of my head.
But we were out of carrots and celery.
So we had to improvise.
And we may be at the age where this bottle is a daily part of our eating routine anyway.