Maybe our bodies or tastes are telling us something. Maybe they're showing us the way that we can learn from each other to everyone's benefit. Maybe our palates should lead the way on immigration policy--welcoming newcomers from around the globe will continue to enrich our culinary options. Weight Watchers beware!
I'm 57 years old and I've worked for McDonald's for seven years, getting paid a few pennies above the federal minimum wage. For a long time, I felt like I had no choice but to accept $7.65 an hour and the daily struggles that come along with that poverty wage. But in the last year, all that has changed.