We are Food Connoisseurs

I am from the Midwest We eat our cattle while they are running Condiments? Ha! I scoff at that Rabbit stew made of their feet We allow them to hop around on their other paws We are not unkind, just because we are carnivores I am a sweet eater My husband used to leave my sweets alone Times have changed Is it our age? Unsure, but now we fight over the chocolate donuts and twinkies We are salt-lovers too Do not care if it is good for us, it makes us happy Gives us the thirst we need to devour our bubbly sweet soda pop Both of us turn up our noses at vegetables unless it is a potato Or a sweet corn slathered in a vat of butter with salt and pepper We are food connoisseurs; we only eat what tastes delicious Not calorie counters Choosy eaters? I laugh