In life there’s always that which we call “the exception”. It could be a person you’re willing to go out with even when the sky’s a madman, a self-declared cynic actually writing someone a love song, a dress that’s never too old to ditch, or a memory that’s too priceless to forget even in old age.

In my case, it’s a greasy, calorie-packed but all the same delish meal that’s never too fatty for my recently developed anorexic inclination. Twice baked potato halves never too modestly stuffed with cheese and bacon bits (lavishly dipped in sour cream and chives), and.. my faltering self-control. Nyuum.