Overheard at... the hair salon

“Yay… Dutch Brothers has coconut milk.”

My hair person finished by saying, “It’s the small things.”Mostly I would agree with this, except I struggle to find the excitement level in coconut milk; and it’s not like I haven’t tried it… I have. But for one thing it doesn’t taste anything like either coconut (at least not the shavings I am used to) or milk.

For her, though, this was a big deal; because as she explained she has given up all dairy, wheat and most sugar (even natural). So she only has coffee at home now, where she can apparently add her own coconut milk. So you
can understand her excitement, wow… at being able to actually order coffee out again; um, at one spot… and coffee that now doesn’t taste like coffee, milk or coconut. 

Huh! I think I still don’t get it.

Diets are funny that way. I understand and even sympathize with people who have a severe allergic reaction to foods like nuts or wheat. My own daughter has been on lactose free milk for years. But it is hard for me to fathom giving up the foods I love best so that my skin will look better or my waist will shrink. When I must diet (which I have to admit is right now) my goal is moderation rather than restriction. It isn’t always easy, but in the long run it works better for me because then I don’t gorge on my favorite foods once I lose the pound or two (or ten) that I need
to.

But I also know that not everyone is as into food as I am. It’s difficult for me to relate to, but I am fairly sure my daughter would be perfectly happy if she could get all her daily calories in a milkshake. Meanwhile, I’m trying to come up with a way to make a low calorie version of pasta carbonara. 

I think the chances of that, though, are about the same as my ever ordering coconut milk in my coffee.