sometimes, my 18-yr-old speaks wistfully about "the old days," pre low carb in our household.
"I miss the days I could suggest we order a pizza, and didn't get laughed at," she sighs.
I laugh heartily, inadvertenly emphasizing her point.
"It's been a long time, huh?"
"Yeah!" she says. "It used to be, when I'd suggest we order a pizza, sometimes, you'd say 'That sounds like a good idea.' And...
