When my grandma was taking meal requests (for when Rebekah was born) I immediately asked for this and bless her, she made me an entire 9×13 pan. And I ate it all. By myself. I live with some challenged people, obviously, because they don’t like this.
In a nutshell, it tastes incredible but is still really healthy!
Should I tackle this subject of healthy? I think I will … Prep for my persuasive essay on dieting.
In this season where gluttony can be justified, there is a big push for healthy options. It is important to take care of our bodies, no question, but I feel this idea of healthy can be all consuming. It gets in our heads. We become obsessed with making the healthiest decisions all the time and any slip up leads to guilt and disappointment. Also, we become “better” when we are healthy. But I think there is a difference between feeling better physically and feeling better about ourselves mentally. Like, I feel good about myself when I buckle down and run in 40 degree weather. My body just feels better. However, I don’t feel better about myself compared to other people because I ran. I don’t think it is bad to run or to stay in shape, I do think it is bad when it becomes something a person has to do to feel good about themselves.
Yield: 16-24 servings