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Dear Broadsheet,
As a middle-aged widower, I heartily enjoyed the lovely Seussian effort of Ms. Traister. My dearly departed would periodically get into the "all these calories are dangerous" thing when pondering food. And then sanity would prevail, and we'd share a large slab of tiramisu. Or beef spare ribs. Or ravioli.
The point is: life is to be enjoyed, and food-- real food-- is essential to that enjoyment. I'm not talking about sitting in front of the TV with a gallon of ice cream; I'm saying that savoring responsible portions of a variety of foods makes life worth living.
BTW-- the smile following a good meal makes any woman look sexy.