We grew up in a household with a healthy, cook-it-from scratch, granola-baking mom, who we often refer to as a hippie, minus the drugs. She never bought soda, so we rarely had it, only when we went to our besties’ house and occasionally shared a can of Fresca. We loved the bubbles and the grapefruit …
As registered dietitians who undeniably were born with our sweet tooth leading it’s way to what foods we’d like as picky kids, we giggle when we think about how excited we’d get about certain sweets that our healthy, cook-it-from scratch granola-baking mom didn’t give us too often. When we were eight, our mom let us …
When we were kids and we got the flu, if our Dad stayed home with us, it meant he would be making us drink a pitcher of orange juice, every hour (well, at least that’s what it seemed like). We knew two things for sure – 1) our bellies wouldn’t feel so great (we know …
