No matter how much I’ve planned for this, it still gets changed daily. Last night, for instance, I thought we would be eating the quinoa but since I hadn’t had enough protein for the day we decided on a different dish. The Cuban not only prepared it for me, but he ate it himself and didn’t have anything in front of me that I couldn’t eat. When I was finally ready for bed, though, I noticed him heading into the kitchen for some fruit. That’s when I got jealous. So, SO jealous that I couldn’t have sweet, delicious fruit.