the only possible answer is bacon
So: the weekend. Friday night pesto-tuna bake, a glorified tuna casserole that C will only eat *some of* because she's currently only eating vegetables, or at least mostly vegetables, and saying things like, "I just want to eat vegetables." I've been to this vegetable country before and it has many gyms and yoga places and is constantly populated with women running half-marathons. The supermarkets are all called Good Intentions and they only sell vegetables and hard things made out of whole wheat. Clear blue skies, new outfits and fresh shining skin: it's really a lovely place, bursting with dreams, and while no one stays for very long, everyone always looks forward to coming back as soon as possible.