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Food Culture Comparisons (and thoughts about picky eaters!)

June 10, 2012

As a teacher (and hopefully future parent) and someone who is completely obsessed with food, I have a vested interest in two topics: children and food.  Being around children in the school cafeteria, my own nephews, and the children of friends and acquaintances, I am continually amazed at the volume of “picky” eaters.  Of course, not every child is picky, and many will eat a great variety.  My youngest nephew, who is five, loves salad.  When we went to a casual-dining restaurant with a kid’s menu last week, he told my sister he wanted broccoli.  He chose a cheeseburger to go with his broccoli.  He ate every bite of broccoli and barely touched his cheeseburger.  He takes carrots every day in his lunch.  His brother, age seven, wouldn’t touch carrots or broccoli with a ten-foot pole and thinks that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with cheese balls is a balanced meal.  These children share the same parents.  Fascinating.

I recently read the book French Kids Eat Everything by Karen le Billon, a North American (from Canada) who decided that she wanted to move her family to France (her husband is French) as a social experiment.  Her greatest surprise was the difference between her own two picky eaters and seemingly all of the children in France, who happily ate stinky cheeses, all sorts of vegetables, and fish, which her own children wouldn’t even consider putting in their mouths.  She began a mission to turn her picky eaters into good eaters, and turned out to be quite successful…but not without struggles.

As le Billon’s experiment unfolded, she noticed many differences in the way that the French approach food overall.  First, food is not viewed as something that is solely for nutrition.  In our diet-obsessed culture, this is the notion that we have been encouraged to embrace, but, if we really viewed food as only nutritive, would every party and event revolve around it?  So, even though this is not the way that we live, this is the way that we think.  The French see food as something to be embraced, revered, cared for, talked about, and shared.  They rarely eat on the run, standing up, alone, or in a car.

Given this notion that North Americans view (or try to view) food merely as fuel, the second difference is interesting.  The French frown upon snacking.  Children do eat one snack per day, known as the goûter, in the afternoon.  Adults, however, do not usually eat a snack, choosing instead to focus on the three main meals.  U.S. diet experts tend to disagree on whether the “grazing” method is beneficial or not, and I can’t say that I never snack-quite to the contrary-but I think that our snacking culture tends to send the wrong message to children.  When I was a child, I don’t remember constant snacking but rather-like the French-having a snack after school (although not as formally as theirs-they sit at the table to eat).  When le Billon recounted her parenting experiences living in North America, she was struck by the constant snacking.  Snacks in the car.  Snacks at the playground.  Snacks between breakfast and lunch, between lunch and dinner.  Snacks before bed.  Snacks, snacks, snacks.  Fish crackers are practically their own food group.  One of the things that le Billon had difficulty with was the idea that her children would be hungry.  She expressed this concern to her husband, who pointed out the difference between feeling hungry and being hungry.  Being hungry denotes lack of access to adequate calories and nutrition on a regular, frequent basis.  Feeling hungry means having eaten at some point in the recent past, having some hunger pangs, but knowing that a meal is coming at some point in the near(ish) future.  I think we tend to eat so many snacks that we are beginning to have difficulty discriminating amongst feelings of fullness, satiation, and hunger.  Aside from that, le Billon’s husband pointed out to her that French children usually eat so well at their regularly scheduled meal that they were rarely all that hungry between meals.

To the opposite end, a third difference is the growing sector of our culture that insists that children never be allowed to eat anything that’s “bad for you”.  Le Billon touches on this, but Pamela Druckerman expounds on it in her book Bringing Up Bébé, in which she compares the differences between the French and North American approaches to child-rearing (I am seriously becoming obsessed with French parenting practices and child culture!).  Druckerman recounts a Halloween party, arranged with some other “Anglophone (North American, British, Australian)” parents in Paris, where her daughter began gorging on candy.  Druckerman had been so strict on her daughter’s sugar intake, the child had never even had a gummy bear.  One taste and she was done for.  Later, at a celebration at her twin sons’ nursery school, she was gently “redirected” after trying to discourage them from eating too many sweets; the teacher reminded her that it was a special occasion and they should be able to eat as they pleased.  The assumption was that they eat well on a daily basis and generally avoid too much junk food, so some candy and cake would not be a big deal.  French adults tend to view food in this way too…rather than viewing foods as “good” and “bad” as we do, they view foods (much like Cookie Monster does) as “rare”, “sometimes”, and “frequent” foods.  Special occasions and weekends allow the opportunity to eat a little less, er, thoughtfully.

The fourth difference that I noted is perhaps the most striking: French parents do not fancy themselves short-order cooks.  Children eat what the adults eat.  But what happens if they don’t eat it?  They just don’t eat it.  Parents don’t make a big deal about it (do you have any idea how much power making a big deal about it gives both the food and the child?  Trust me on this.  Most behaviors don’t have power until we give them power.  But I’ll get off my behavior analyst soap box…).  Rather, they take the approach of “you don’t have to like it, you just have to try it” and if they don’t like it, they just move on.  No substitutes are given.  The food will be presented again at a later date.  Studies show that food presented repeatedly will eventually be accepted, so this is actually a pretty scientific approach.  I realize that on the surface, this seems a little bit cruel….what if they don’t get enough to eat?  However, if you are introducing a new or non-preferred food that you are concerned about your child not eating, I could say the best approach would probably be to serve it alongside other foods that your child will eat.  Don’t like the broccoli?  Oh well.  Eat your chicken and potatoes.  No, I will not make you mac and cheese to replace the broccoli.  I think perhaps we give up to easily here in the States.  My friend Tiffany also pointed out that sometimes when you cook something in a different way or present it differently the child may see it in a different light (her son hated broccoli until she served it to him roasted), and involving your children in cooking and/or menu selection can also be an enlightening experience.

The fifth and last difference I’m going to point out (there are many more, but I’m not rewriting her book here) is school food.  It’s a hotly debated issue in the U.S., with one side arguing that school food should be more nutritious and the other side arguing that it costs to much to provide that type of food.  By the way, I am on Side A; I understand that we must be cost-effective, but nutrition plays such a key role in the ability to concentrate and learn that it seems like serving food that is not nutrient-dense in order to cut costs is throwing the baby out with the bath water.  In France, children are not allowed to bring their lunches from home….but it’s difficult to discern why they would want to anyway.  A four-course meal worthy of a fancy bistro menu is served daily.  Salad, entrée, cheese course (I am not kidding!), and dessert, with water to drink.  Always water.  These meals are provided at a relatively low cost, with the government subsidizing based on income (just as the U.S. government does).  Le Billon provides French school lunch menus on her website if you would like to read more.  So, instead of pandering to the fast food culture, the French school lunch system further expounds on the importance of good, slow food (although in France children have at least 30 minutes to eat-unheard of in the U.S.-followed immediately by recess.  So their educational culture factors in as well….).  Some school systems in the U.S. have made health-wise changes without sacrificing cost-effectiveness, so it can be done…but much thought and care must be exercised.

Look, I realize it’s not easy coercing picky eaters to try new things, especially given the pervasive food culture and attitudes all around us.  It’s hard to change our children’s habits when we haven’t changed our own, and it’s so difficult to change habits we’ve had for our entire lives.  However, I am immersed every day in child culture.  I also know a lot of scientific “stuff” about how behaviors are shaped and changed, and of course I know a lot about U.S. food culture-I’ve lived here for 33 years, after all, and I’ve been a deeply engrossed student of our food system for the past five or so of those years.  I also know that some children are more difficult to shape than others, especially food-wise (remember, I work with children with disabilities, and I have worked with many children who wouldn’t have tried certain foods under any circumstances), and I have no idea how to explain the contrast between my own nephews that I mentioned in the first paragraph.  I just wonder how things might change if we took a different approach to food and how we “market it” (in our own homes) and offer it to our children.  Someday I’d love to do a research study using behavioral principles to apply these ideas to children with and without disabilities.  Right now, though….food for thought.

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A Friday List: Ten Weird Food Things About Me

May 25, 2012

I don’t have a lot of major food aversions or issues, but I do have a short list of food idiosyncrasies…..

1.  I abhor raw onions (as anyone who has read my blog very much is well aware) but I adore cooked onions.  There is a huge difference in the texture and taste.  I did not discover this until my early twenties, however, and spent my childhood and teenage years picking all onions out of every cooked dish.  In fact, even after I started eating cooked onions, while we were dating and early in our marriage Philip did all chopping of onions.  I am sure that I have confused some restaurant employees at times by ordering burgers and sandwiches without onions but ordering onion rings as a side…..

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2. I have major emotional reactions to unpleasant food experiences. Like when an aforementioned raw onion makes it into my food.  Or when I don’t clean my leeks well enough and I bite into some grit.  This happened exactly once and ever since I have been positively obsessive about rinsing/swishing/re-rinsing my leeks.  Or when I bite into gristle in ground/processed meat.  This is one of the reasons that I prefer to grind my own meat.  Seriously.  When these things happen, tears literally well up in my eyes.  I don’t dissolve into a full-on tantrum, but sometimes I would like to.

{Grinding my own meat allows me to eliminate the possibility of gristle (and tears).}

3.  I have issues with breakfast. For as long as I can remember, I have been a weird breakfast person.  Unlike my husband, who eats it almost every day, I hate cereal, at least early in the morning.  I can only stomach the texture of oatmeal after 8 a.m.  I used to drink a smoothie every day, but I have an overactive bladder (TMI, I realize) and my smoothies were interfering with my ability to do my job.  I don’t have time to cook breakfast every day (because I do love a good cooked breakfast-biscuits, gravy, pancakes, etc.).  I prefer things like grilled cheese or cheese and crackers or leftover pizza.  It can really be a problem when I’m in a hurry to get to work.

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{This, of course, would be an example of a breakfast that I like to eat.}

4. I went through about a 15-year period where I did. Not. Eat. Eggs. Period.  I was weirded out by the texture for this long period in my life, lasting from 8th-grade until my late twenties.  I am totally serious.

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{Seriously. Fifteen years.}

5.  I still don’t like sausage.  Except for breakfast sausage.  The guy from Link 41 always asks me when I buy my bacon if I’d like some sausage too.  I wouldn’t.  I think it’s the spices….I just have never liked sausage.  I feel that I need to get over this, though.  I’m pretty sure I’m missing out on some good stuff.

{I do love breakfast sausage…}

6.  Related to #5, I pretty much hate hot dogs.  I never liked them, not even as a child.  Philip loves them, and for years he had to wait for my nephews’ birthday parties to get hot dogs.  A couple of years ago I randomly decided (and announced) that I was going to give them another try.  I can eat them now, and even enjoy them, as long as they’re (a) good (i.e. expensive!) hot dogs; (b) charred on the grill or under the broiler; and (c) topped with all manner of condiments.  I also like homemade hot dogs buns….but that’s another blog post.

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{Good Dog does indeed make a good dog.}

7.  I’ve mentioned it here before, but in my younger days I used to have major food tantrums.  When something went wrong with something I was cooking, I would melt down.  Completely.  This could manifest itself in many different ways, including (but not limited to): crying, throwing kitchen tools (not at anyone, and no sharp objects!), jumping up and down, cursing, throwing food across the room, sweating, screaming.  For some reason pancakes were the most tantrum-provoking food in my past.  I once had this experience while icing a cake intended for a cake-decorating class.  The instructor forgot to tell us to thin our icing, and the icing peeled the top layer of the cake off.  Luckily, we were to ice our cake prior to the class, so I was at home.  Alone.  Several of the above behaviors were displayed.  It was ugly.  Very ugly.  From time to time, food tantrums still threaten, but I can feel them coming on and calm myself down, or I tell Philip and he talks me off the ledge.

8.  When I was a child, I ate things like chicken livers and frog legs.  That was before I really knew what they were.  I think I only tried frog legs once, but I recall liking them.  As a “foodie” I feel like I should try some of these unusual foods again, but there’s a mental block and I just can’t.

9.  The first time I made biscuits, they were like little hockey pucks.  I rolled them too thin.  Because they were so thin and I baked them for the recommended time, they were also hard.  We called them biscuit cookies.  Of course, now I am a biscuit-maker extraordinaire (at least in my own mind).  This story always makes me laugh.

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{Don’t roll those biscuits too thin!}

10.  I don’t care for chocolate ice cream.  Oh, I’ll eat it.  And I do like it if it’s homemade.  It’s pretty much the only flavor Philip ever orders when we go somewhere, but I would never order it out.  To me, storebought chocolate ice cream has an off-putting flavor and the aftertaste makes me want to cry (see #2).

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The Gospel of Local Food, Part Two: To Label or Not to Label?

May 21, 2012

A while back I published a post about “pink slime“. I’m sure you haven’t forgotten pink slime just yet…it’s also know as “lean finely textured beef” and it’s pretty much a by-product of the beef processing industry that is mixed into ground beef and sold in some grocery stores as well as used in the school food program. I’m not a fan, but if you don’t mind to eat it, I support your right to do so.

Back when I published my post, I was an advocate of forced labeling to let the consumer know whether or not the product contains lean finely textured beef. After that post, however, I finished reading Joel Salatin’s Folks, This Ain’t Normal. Salatin is a farmer who raises a variety of livestock at Polyface Farms in Virginia. He uses traditional, sustainable methods and he and his family and staff have restored a once nearly ruined farm to rich, beautiful, and productive. His voice in the book is honest and frank, and he makes no bones about his feelings about matters of food and farming. His ideas and discussion brought me from my obsession with “organic” food to a realization that local food-even if it isn’t always 100% organic-needs to be our focus (it also was my inspiration to write my first Gospel of Local Food post).

Salatin points out the prohibitive cost of labeling of all sorts for small farmers and producers. For an industrial farming or meat production operation, the cost of the actual labeling process is pocket change; their concern is the loss of business that they risk when their products are exposed for what they really are. For small farmers, however, labeling could effectively cost enough to put them out of business-even though it would no doubt bring more customers their way. Interesting dilemma.

So, what’s the solution? I like Salatin’s answer.

“When foodies say, ‘Demand this food [product, service, label] at your supermarket,’ I want to respond, ‘Quit going to the supermarket. Go find your farmer instead. Thousands and thousands of farmers are out there to serve you….We’re here and we’re ready to serve you outside this abnormal system.”

Abnormal system. Have you ever thought of it that way? Think of it like this: when your grandparents were children, supermarkets were a new thing. People had their own gardens, their own chickens, their own cows. That was normal. Now, you mention backyard chickens or baking your own bread or making your own cheese, and everyone looks at you like you have two heads. I have to laugh when people talk about the “growing local food movement”. Back in the day that was the only food movement. I say we just get back to the old normal…who’s with me?

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Granny’s Batter Bread

April 23, 2012

I’ve heard it said that the human olfactory memory is stronger than that of any other sense. In other words, a smell can evoke much stronger and more vivid memories than an image or a sound. In my experience, this is absolutely true. When my mom cooks a standing rib roast at Christmas, it brings back memories of my grandmother cooking the same for special occasions. Same for beef stew, chocolate chip cookies…you get the picture. This bread is one of my strongest scent memories. It reminds me of spending Saturday mornings at my great-grandmother’s house, watching cartoons and drinking Country Time lemonade from the pastel-colored aluminum cups she kept in her glass-front cabinet. This was bread that she baked for my grandmother and for my dad, and I remember the stories about my dad and his sister arguing over who would get the end piece. I knew I got it from somewhere (Philip and I actually have to cut the end piece in half).

When my grandmother passed away, I was fourteen and too young to realize that I should ask my grandfather for some of her recipes. When he passed away seven years later, I was a little older and wiser and had started cooking for my then-boyfriend, whom I knew I would be marrying before too long. I found a book of magazine clippings and handwritten recipes, some written on steno pad paper and some scribbled on the back of envelopes, all yellowed with age and many falling apart at the creases. Many of the recipes I don’t recognize, but some are unmistakeable. This is one of those, a recipe that I often make my dad as a gift. The original recipe calls for shortening but I’ve replaced it with butter, and I’ve replaced the white flour with white whole wheat. Oh, and sucanat instead of sugar (you could also use honey).

Start by dissolving 2 1/4 teaspoons (one envelope) of yeast in 1 1/4 cups warm water in the bowl of your mixer (if you don’t have an electric mixer, you can do all of this with a wooden spoon and a large mixing bowl).

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Add two tablespoons of softened butter. I diced my butter up before I softened it. Add two tablespoons of sugar, honey, or sucanat, two teaspoons of salt, and 1 1/2 cups of flour (all-purpose or white whole wheat). Beat for two minutes at medium speed or blend 300 strokes by hand. This will result in a smooth batter. Beat in another cup and a half of flour with a wooden spoon. Since I was using whole wheat flour, I used a little less than the full three cups.

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At this point, the dough will look like what bread dough “should” look like. Cover it with a kitchen towel and place in a warm place to rise until doubled in bulk, about 30 minutes. Stir down with a wooden spoon then spread in a greased 9x5x3 loaf pan. The batter will be sticky, so you may need to flour your hand to press the dough into the corners. Cover with the cloth again and let it rise until the batter reaches about 1/4 inch from the top of the pan, about 40 minutes.

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Bake the bread at 375 degrees for 45-50 minutes or until golden brown. The bread will sound hollow when you give it a good thump at the top. You can brush it with melted butter if you like (my grandmother’s recipe says “melted butter or shortening”. Yikesies!). Allow the bread to cool completely before you cut it.

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This bread is simply amazing any way you slice it (no pun intended). I love it plain or spread with butter, but I also love it with jam or apple butter, and today I had it with cheese for my lunch. It’s so easy, and the nostalgia-evoking power of the scent of this bread baking is unbelievable.

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Farmers Market Revelations

April 9, 2012

If you read my post The Gospel of Local Food, you already know some of my frustrations about buying local, shopping at farmers markets, etc.  I’ve been buying eggs from a guy a few streets over (with yolks so gorgeously yellow-they’re orange!).  There’s a farmers market (St. Alban’s) five minutes from my house, but during the winter, the only producer that is there is the “meat guy”, whom I have not patronized nearly enough!  I plan to change that soon.  The other farmers markets are about thirty minutes away, downtown and in Brainerd.  Oh, suburbia….I love you and I hate you.

I got over myself last week, though, and trekked down to the Main Street Farmers Market on Wednesday afternoon.  It was their first week for their warm weather hours (4-6 as opposed to 4-5).  I had only brought a twenty with me because I really wasn’t sure what all I’d find.  Turns out I should have gone ahead and brought my grocery budget.  Fresh veggies (tons of them), local honey, cheese, beef, chicken, eggs, flour and wheat berries (I plan on milling my own grain soon-yes, I might be crazy!), bacon, sausage….and on and on.  For $18.50 I left with a 36-ounce jar of honey, a huge bag of kale, a bag of lettuce, 20 Brussels sprouts (they were 10/$1.00), and 4 potatoes.  I made kale chips the next day-if you haven’t had them, you should!

My brain started churning when I left and I realized that I could almost do my grocery shopping at the farmers markets.  There are a few things-butter, milk (although one of the farms does sell herd shares to get raw milk), certain fruits, and so on-that I haven’t figured out how to get locally and will need to get at the grocery store, and in the winter I will have to do more grocery store shopping (unless I become a super-duper food preserver over my summer break!), but for the warmer months, I think I can put the bulk of my grocery money into the hands of the people who are producing the food.  It’s pretty exciting to imagine!

So, look out for Chattavore to be hitting the farmers markets hard and hopefully producing some meal plans to help my fellow Chattanoogans purchase more local products as well.  If they’re willing, I’m also hoping to profile some of the farmers and producers.  Help me support local food!

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