“My kids have never even had a “happy” meal.”
That is really kind of sad.
That I cut up chicken breasts (fresh from our local farmer), dredge them in seasoned flour, egg (fresh from our local farmer), then seasoned homemade bread crumbs (from my four ingredient bread recipe and homegrown herbs), and fry in organic coconut oil? This vs. pink slime nuggets of ground bone and connective tissues? Really? You’ve never seen kids chow down on homemade sweet potato fries made from sweet potatoes they helped mommy plant?
That’s kind of sad.