A summer conundrum

Last night, we ditched our dinner plans -- grilled steak, with homemade coleslaw with cabbage, carrots, garlic scapes and the never-ending cavalcade of kohlrabi and salad turnips from our farm share -- to treat a friend to dinner in celebration of her successful negotiations to buy a house.

We ended up at a new fried seafood place, at which I had an entirely brown meal consisting of fried scallops and french fries, and then headed over to the ice cream stand for dessert (ginger ice cream -- yum). So here is my question:

Does the fact that we walked there and back make up for even one quarter of the lovely, delicious, entirely evil things we put in our bodies??

On second thought, maybe ignorance is bliss in this case...