Recently, something has taken hold of me--something rather foreign in nature. My husband is equally afflicted (and equally perplexed by this turn of events). We've decided to start eating healthier foods.

I delved into this with an enthusiasm and work ethic that any career woman would recognize: I treated it as I would a new assignment at work. I did research, outlined some steps, forecasted, budgeted, implemented, and met a self-imposed deadline. Books and articles about the evils of food additives littered my nightstand, and words like "detox" and "free-range" found their way into my vocabulary. Dish Diva and fwm expert contributor Carolyn O'Neil became my new best friend (check her out on Alton Brown's Good Eats show on The Food Network and you'll see why).

My son, who is a first-grader, generally has little input into the family meal plan. However, he noticed the conspicuous absence of the single serving strawberry milk cartons I used to buy to make his day (The sugar! The artificial coloring! I could go on and on). He made mention of this, let's just say, on a regular basis. Very regular. He practically threatened to hire an attorney.

I gave this some thought and now my cart contains organic vegetables, soy this and that, brown rice, and yes...strawberry milk. Why? In part because I know he eats an otherwise amazingly healthy diet, but mostly because he likes it and being balanced is NOT about being perfect, correct?

Besides, the thought of costly litigation frightens me.