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If you could eat only one dish for the rest of your life, what would you choose? Burgers? Fries? Pizza? Ice cream? While these dishes certainly satisfy the taste buds, they leave your cells starving. What's more, they leave you feeling bloated and fatigued, and while stuffing you they leave you unfulfilled and snacking indiscriminately.

Why do we crave salt, sugar, and fat? Because our taste buds tell us to. How to eat yummy stuff AND maximize nutrition? Create a healthy dish that hits all your taste receptors...


...while meeting your needs for bulk (5.5 lbs of food per day)...

And satisfying your nutritional requirements.

Or borrow the one we've created (above). What's found in this large bowl?

1 bag baby spinach (16 cups)
1 medium tomato
1 lemon (juice)
1/2 avocado
1/2 cantaloupe
6 oz blueberries
1 banana
2 dates

To prepare: start  by adding the spinach, diced avocado and diced tomato together in a bowl with the juice of one lemon, a dash of sea salt and a spritz of Braggs liquid aminos, or soy sauce. Then add the fruits on top.

Note how all your taste buds are hit with every bite!

sweet: fruit
salty: soy sauce
savory: soy sauce
fat: avocado
bitter/sour: lemon

This meal, which is inexpensive and easy to prepare, can be eaten for breakfast, lunch or dinner, and provides:

675 calories (75-10/15)
30 g fiber
4 cups water
100% or more of vitamin A, B6, C, copper, iron, magnesium, manganese, potassium
30% or more of vitamin E, calcium, niacin, pantothenic acid, phosphorus, riboflavin. sodium, thiamin, and zinc

So give it a try. It is possible and worthwhile to satisfy your taste buds and nourish your body simultaneously.


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