I swear I did not eat the fuzzy pink loaf in the upper right corner. Just couldn’t bring myself to take so much as a nibble. But I admit to an occasional weakness for those Swedish meatballs of unknown bovine origins. At least the bubbly non-alcoholic beverage uses real cane sugar and not the devils HFCS.

Yes, sometimes even a woman of the prandium and of fruitarian leanings indulges in junk food. What can I say, I’m only Homo sapien sapien like you and you and you..