It’s food that is the apology; toast with a blanket of peanut butter is the best way to say, “I’m sorry.” 

Forgive me, Body, for I have sinned.  Today, I feed you not in punishment of your bad behaviour, of your embarrassing attitude, your glibness whilst being the flesh that you are.  Tomorrow, forgive me, I may not feed you again.  It continues like this until we come to an understanding.  I am in charge here, Body, and that’s the way it is. 

After a week, she knows she’ll be the one to apologize.  The Mandarin oranges never looker sweeter.