We were away camping this weekend with friends we haven't seen for about 18 months. They talked a lot about how they'd completely overhauled their diet. Fair play, they look great on it and we could learn a few tips from them.
Their breakfast was home-made spelt crackers eaten with home-made hummus and radishes and carrot sticks. They drank herb or green tea. We had bacon sandwiches on sourdough from the wholefood shop and ordinary tea. We wouldn't normally have bacon sandwiches, but we were on holiday and had an active day planned. They were 'White bread! Bacon! Yorkshire Tea! Do you know what that's doing to your body?' — and then later in the day asked whether we could spare them a slice or two of bread with real butter, because for them it was a treat. We did. And it went on. DH and I got back from a 7-mile walk and a swim and had tea and a slice of the lemon drizzle cake I'd made. I didn't offer them any because obviously it's not the kind of thing they would eat. And next thing they were 'Oh, if it's home-made... so bad for us, but just a little slice.' Or two, as it turned out. For dinner they had a big green salad and a lentil salad. We had salmon with asparagus, spinach and Jersey Royals with lemon and butter. Although they 'never eat potatoes' they were salivating over ours and quietly finished off the rest of the Jerseys, which I'd cooked with the intention of making potato salad for the next day. They helped themselves to all our 'bad' snacks, they even asked for a coffee. 'We don't drink coffee, it's so bad for you, but if you're making one...'
Then at the end of it when we said goodbye it was 'You two are terrible with all your naughty food, it's back to healthy eating tomorrow.' So bloody rude, surely?