I was raised on Southern fried everything. People, unless they have a real medical problem, can eat just about anything, as long as they don’t eat too much and for too long. Moderation, few carbs, sugar or fat and you’ll be fine...................
I’ve got to the place where any kind of “food rule” just irks me. I also ate a pretty good amount of candy when I was a kid. Didn’t know better. Was hungry. Momma & Daddy worked odd hours. Was by myself after school. Had a piggy bank. Robbed it. Rode bike to store. Bought a candy bar & an 8 oz. cold drink in a glass bottle. Came home. Watched the Cisco Kid. - Daddy & I picked Momma up from the cotton mill late, late at night. It was the fifties. Times were hard. When Daddy’s foreman at the Milan Arsenal offered his whole crew a job at the Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville, Ala., Daddy took the offer of a steady job. Moved for that job when I was 9 yrs. old. - I worked a summer job at Redstone on the Saturn V project & Daddy retired from there. Five years later, when the Saturn V shot the astronauts off for the moon; I was SO afraid I’d loused something up that summer that would foul up the whole deal!
I had to type symbols on work orders that I’d never seen before in my life. - I’ve never felt free to even mention it until now. - The engineers I worked with took it for granted that MANY men would die trying for the moon. (I could NOT be that cavalier!) - Well, it worked - in spite of me - certainly not because of me! God allowed it; cause I sure didn’t do much to add anything to the effort! (Werner Von Braun would ride around the floor area of the building where I worked & I would watch them when I had a break. . eighteen yrs. old & green as could be. Not too aware of the significance. The moon was green cheese as far as I knew back then.)