You can't go back

Mom used to buy cookie crumbs. 

You know mom was a tenet farmer so you know she was poor. I don't know how her experience compares to the average kid in Italy in the early '50s.  Maybe buying cookie crumbs was a common thing.  
Nowadays Mom likes to talk about all the good things to eat and how once you know what's out there, well, you just can't go back.  So she yells at me for eating that big cookie, too much sugar, but she knows I don't know about being satisfied by crumbs. 
She feels indulgent splitting a sandwich and cocktails at the hotel bar, but she looks around and sees just average folk doing the same.  She looks at me and says, so this is how you live, hmm?  Shakes her head, "we're being indulgent" thoughtful pause "and I like it!"

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