That would be technically ok for Paleo, if I wasn’t a compulsive overeater—fresh apricots. Those things are like fruit-crack for me. Once I start I cannot stop. Last year, I binged hard on those suckers. This year it’s part of my abstinence that I do not touch them.
The minute I tell a waiter or waitress "no dressing" someone in the kitchen starts rubbing their hands together in maniacal glee at the prospect of putting dressing on my salad so I will look like a psycho or a bitch or a psycho-bitch when I send it back.
I talked to the mat's owner and it turned out she was on her way to Bhaktifest in Joshua Tree.