Some weekends remind us how far we’ve come. Half of the time, I grew up in a Splenda house. A non-fat milk, sugar-free chocolate, ten-calorie popsicle, crazy-fiber-muffins-for-breakfast-make-for-super-embarrassing-drives-to-school kind of house. The other half of the time I spent eating cantaloupe for dessert. Cantaloupe or Jell-o with whipped cream. Cantaloupe is what you eat when you’d …
