One of these wise choices concerns portion control. I don't deny myself scrumptious fare, I merely choose less. It's also no secret that Val finds slaw to be particularly delectable. Perhaps it's an inherited trait. In my opinion, slaw is the perfect complement to gas station chicken. I know I can't go hog wild on this combo. So...rather than slopping out serving spoons full of slaw onto a plate, in the manner of Hick, I instead use a ramekin to hold my slaw.
The thing is, the longer you've been making these wise choices, the likelier you are to become lax in your measurements. I confess that recently, my servings of slaw have looked like this:
No. I'm not proud. I am a bit disappointed with myself for dishing up a serving of slaw that looks like a bowl of ice cream scooped out at Baskin Robbins.
Still. Slaw is made of vegetables, right? How bad for you can it be?
On second thought...maybe I should walk an extra driveway this evening.