I remember with remiss all those meals eaten on the run (Micky D's, Taco Bell, Arby's) or with clients who thought Olive Garden was "fine dining". Today, when I can only eat three or four days a week, I am grateful that circumstances have forced me to live a new life. I'm doing chemotherapy, and can literally eat only a few days a week. Do I feel sorry for myself? (yes, but don't tell my therapist or my family!) What I do know is that every bite is a precious opportunity... the days I can eat are filled with thoughtful, carefully planned, organically oriented choices. What do I REALLY want? If I can only eat one or two shrimp, how do I really want them cooked? Thai, or grilled with veggies, or sauced with alfredo? If not shrimp, then what? Beef, pork, veal, sea bass, bacon or buffalo? What veggie am I really in the mood for? Snap peas, tomatoes, mashed 'taters, fresh corn, artichokes, lettuce with homemade bleu-cheese dressing? When you can't eat like you used to, every bite becomes important. Quantity is not the issue (although it once was! ), qualitity is queen. I only want to eat what I've cooked, with ingredients I've lovingly selected, with culinary chances I've chosen, with the advice from folks I admire (like eGulleters!) Please, folks, eat every meal like it's your last.