"Fight the Call of Cool-Weather Comfort Food!"
I screamed (or rather squeaked, or rather "eek!-ed" a little) when it said this to me, and I immediately asked (aloud):
"Well what on Earth for?"
I wait all year for fall. For hot chocolate, and popcorn, and warm, creamy pastas with over-seasoned chicken, and pumpkin cake (and cookies... and breads), and they want me to... fight the call of cool-weather comfort foods? Oh for the love of blasphemy! I will not do it. I simply. will. not. do. it. Life is too short. I'll take the extra inch on my thighs, thank you very much.
That is all.
(And yes, I do realize that this is what I get for opening an account at My-Calorie-Counter.Com. I'm not mad at them, I'm just sayin'...)