Many years ago, I lived with my cousin and her daughter. I was making dinner one time... french fries were involved. From scratch, like... potatoes. And the kidlet looks at me all crazy, and says, "What are you doing with those?" And I explained it, and she looked befuddled.
My kids are the opposite. Now, I pull out a frozen bag of fries, and they look at it funny.
Believe me, I'm far from a health nut. I could stand to lose a good 20 lbs (at least), I've got a can of Pepsi on my desk (opposite from my blood orange), and a bag of chocolate in my drawer. But it's a step, right?
UPDATE: Peppers? Gone. Finished by Sunday afternoon. I knew I should have bought more than 5.
UPDATE UPDATE.... Some mofo stole my blood orange at work. Bastards.