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"Paleo meaning old, lithic meaning stone" sez Dr Indiana Jones.
Broccoli is one of the few words my brain can simply not get.
I can spell better than 95% of the people I meet. Not boasting, it's true.
This does not apply to the Cellar.
Everyone hits the occasional typo, but now and then I am literally smacked in the face by the intelligence of the enclave I've happened upon here.
I will try to find a hook to hang broccoli on in my mind.
10cc maybe?
Or more Cherry than Laura (my ex-sister?)
Back to topic.
Sadly, it seems that the best way for institutions to provide healthy food is simply to limit choice. England apparently had its healthiest diet during rationing. Although I'm not sure how that was assessed with hundreds of thousands fighting overseas, cities being bombed and those left behind smoking fags like they were mimicking burning streets.
I grew up on a healthy diet because it was all the 'rents could afford.
I wasn't allowed free school meals because that would have been shaming.
But once I started weekend work at 14 I lived on sausage rolls and chips for lunch (see above) despite there being far more healthy options at home.
AND I drank fizzy pop.
Homemade food was because we were poor.
Ditto pasta and Italian style pizza, because Mum got the recipes from the Italian cleaners she worked with.
Proper food was not made at home and came wrapped in plastic or served over a counter.
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