I woke in a sweat this morning, feeling like I had missed the plane or like the phone was ringing in the middle of the night. No plane. No phone. Just “Day One” of Suzanne’s year-long local diet commitment. Just the beginning of sacrifice and hunger. Just the beginning of caffeine withdrawal, bread dreams and sugar cravings. This is just the beginning. So, I sweat. But it does make one wonder why anyone would commit to this and toss away a perfectly comfortable life. And then drag the rest of the family into this nonsense with luring promises of renewed appreciation for quality food, and improved health, and all the meat you can eat. And the unforgettable opportunity to browse in the forest for anything edible. Are the rest of us committed to this? Not really. The kids mostly want to support Suzanne, and I mostly want to, well, support Suzanne. But total adherence to this diet? No salt? No chocolate? No cake or pie or bagels or pancakes or cereal or coffee or burgers or pepper or nuts? This is nuts! It was Bob Dylan who wrote that “people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.” I guess we’ll see about that.