"When I was a kid," she said, "My old man used to take us out to this 50s-style diner for burgers and shakes, one Sunday afternoon a month. We'd all pile into the station wagon after church, and waitresses would come out on rollerskates. The diner's changed hands a few times, and I don't think it's even open anymore, but I still love a good burger, and a nice, thick, malted milkshake."
And she didn't care who knew that she wasn't afraid to eat red meat, or carbs, and enjoy it.