It is with no surprise that I share this incident with you. My love for food is not unique, and stems from my parents who both share the excessive need to snack.
At home, boxes of cookies, candy, chips, and other tasty treats may disappear mysteriously over night. Each morning begins with the same question of interrogation: who finished the -->insert choice snack here? After hearing a chorus of no's, we all turn to the silent individual left: my dad. Feigning innocence, he looks at us with wide, open eyes as if that would keep us from launching into the lectures and, okay, gentle scolding.
This morning was a little different, however. Upon our discovery that he had eaten the brand new box of egg rolls, my dad immediately displayed something which he hoped would dissuade us from our rampage: trail mix.
"See? I'm eating healthy now. Trail mix is healthy."
My brother and I were quick to point out the % fat intake.
"...Hahaha, that's for the whole box, it's fine."
In reality, that number was 100g, equivalent to about a handful of nuts.
Nice try, dad.
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