When I was a kid, my parents decided that since I was fat it was probably because I was eating too much sugar. So there was no sugar in the house. They even hid the carob, as if anybody would voluntarily eat that shit.
But my dad decided that he could buy carnation breakfast bars.
I think I was maybe nine the year I ate two entire boxes in an afternoon. If you don't want your kid to be fat don't put boxes of candy bars down by the cereal asshats.
This was in New Mexico, which for some reason never developed the quesadilla. I grew up thinking they were some California airport abomination, not fit for proper authentic Mexican consumption. So considering how much I hated fucking New Mexico, I love quesadillas. When I lived in Seattle and only visited LA, I would attempt to eat a quesadilla for every meal. I still consider it nature's perfect food. However, I've never been able to eat more than one at a time.