Take Kara, for instance. She won't eat grilled cheese or macaroni, but she loves salad! One afternoon I was making myself a salad for lunch with spinach, chicken, pears, walnuts, feta cheese and balsamic vinagrette. She pulled up a stool, and asked if she could have a bite.
And then another, and then another. Before I knew it, there we were sharing a salad on the counter top with a side of grapes. That's my girl!








