I will give up my potato when they peel my cold dead fingers from around it.

So where were the Food Police when I really needed them? No, I didn’t need the Food Police to tell North Miami High School to limit my consumption of potatoes or prohibit me from drinking refreshing sodas. What I desperately needed the Food Police for in my high school was to abolish Sloppy Joes and a host of other horrible meals which continue to haunt me in flashbacks. To this day I get nauseous at the very smell of Sloppy Joes. It wasn’t just that I found the odor to be detestable, it was the lingering effect. Just one whiff of Sloppy Joe meat sitting inside a stale bun and it was impossible to rid that smell from your nostrils for the rest of the day. Even if my mother were to treat us with juicy steaks for supper, Sloppy Joe smell would still permeate the my lungs ruin my enjoyment of dinner.