Look, when it comes to food, I try to be good like every other “good girl” out there. I really do. I love fruits and veggies. There’s not a salad I would ever turn down. I enjoy spending time with my fellow suburban libtard friends, gnoshing on artisan, fresh-baked breads and local greens at a downtown café, or sampling the latest shrub cocktail at the local hipster watering hole. But I’m also an American. An American who grew up kinda-sorta white trash, so…