But it was unthinkable. No pasta? No bread? No pizza? “No way,” I told her. “You can have my bagel when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.” Giggle on my part, eye roll on her part, and we all moved on … until next year, when the same conversation would happen again, with more convincing and more denial. Wheat is the staff of life, after all. How could it be hurting me? Sure, we’d sub in quinoa and rice during her visits, no problem. But then it was straight back to the subs, mac and cheese, and dumplings.
Imagine my surprise, then, 20 odd years later, to find out that she’d been right all along.
“Health is the greatest gift, contentment the greatest wealth, faithfulness the best relationship.” Buddha[/color][/i]