When I started this journey, the basic rules I chose to live by were:
1) Don't eat anything containing ingredients my great-grandmother Genevieve wouldn't recognize as a food. (Rephrased: don't eat anything containing ingredients I wouldn't keep in my own kitchen.)
2) Eat fresh and local as much as possible.
3) Avoid meats from sources I'm unfamiliar with.
4) Take one exception meal a week.
The problem with #2 and #3, of course, is that I qualified them. It's hard to eat fresh and local in Chicago in winter without dining out at ridiculously expensive boutique farm-to-table restaurants every day. And aside from the stuff I get from Crystal, my farmer, I'm really never quite sure where meats are coming from. Since I don't want to be a de-facto vegetarian, this means that every time I eat out, I'm in a sense breaking one of the rules. So if I eat out more than once, I'm overloading on #4.
Rule #1 was the only hard and fast one.
Then came this:
You can't possibly convince me that Fritos are unprocessed. They are the VERY SOUL of processed. So Rule #1 clearly needs a little rephrasing.
Why is this all so hard??