T-bone and the rest of the family are miserable. Whenever I went on that fabulous grocery spree for our then vegetarian son, it also merged into wholesome and organic. Everyone is hungry and no one is eating. I’m actually cooking 3 meals a day like a normal mom but none of it gets touched. T-bone keeps going out to get cheese pizzas. And he is the hero. We are the fattest v-cards on the planet.