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Fast Food Nation?

July 30, 2011

My current food world view grew out of watching the documentary Supersize Me by filmmaker Morgan Spurlock.  The premise of the doc was to prove or disprove the assertion of the fast food industry that fast food could be a regular part of a “healthy diet,” on the heels of a “cheeseburger suit” in which two girls in their early teens sued a prominent fast food chain for “making them” fat.  Spurlock ate nothing but McDonald’s for thirty days, gaining a good deal of weight, losing muscle (since he exercised as little as possible during the thirty days), and actually doing damage to his internal organs.

Thirty days of fast food is clearly an extreme, and when people make the choice to eat fast food day in and day out, there is no one to blame but themselves, or in the case of these young girls, their parents….at least in theory.  Now, don’t go jumping on me for the “at least in theory” part.  I’m not heaping the blame on the fast food industry.  I just ate at a fast food restaurant last night (actually, the chain where I ate last night prefers to be called a “quick-casual” restaurant).  I haven’t forsaken fast food altogether, because, well, it’s fast, and unfortunately sometimes that’s what you’re looking for.

What I am saying, though, is that while the choice of what to eat is up to us, the industry is certainly not shedding any tears over its “heavy users,” fast food speak for people who visit an establishment frequently.  Nay nay, they are spending millions each year to get us in the doors, and with the crazy hectic lives we have built for ourselves, we are literally buying in to it.  It’s our choice, but you have to wonder, if the average American was really educated about what’s in the food, how the food comes to be, and the marketing practices that draw us in, would we be so quick to drive through?  My guess is that many of us would, and many of us would rethink our eating strategies.

Another tipping point was reading Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser.  Schlosser spent a lot of time visiting ranchers, farmers, meat-packing plants, fast food restaurants, and average Americans who have been affected by the fast food industry in one way or another.  Let me tell you, there are a lot of things in that book that you don’t want to know, but you need to know.  Too much to elaborate here, but if you have questions about what you’re eating, read the book.

The bottom line about fast food is that of course most of the people in the fast food industry aren’t bad people, but the industry is just that-an industry.  They’re out to make money, bottom line.  Let’s face it, even the “nice guys”-the organic companies, the small producers, etc., are out to make money.  I mean, hey, that’s why I work!  We’ve all got to pay our bills.  The difference is that sometimes it seems like we’ve sold our souls to fast food.  Watch Supersize Me.  There’s a scene where Morgan Spurlock is showing pictures of iconic people to young children, probably between the ages of 4-6 years.  Most of them didn’t know who George W. Bush (the President at the time of the filming) or Jesus were….but every one of them knew who Ronald McDonald was.  Or, on the first season of Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution, Jamie Oliver showed all sorts of vegetables to youngsters at an elementary school.  Many of them didn’t know what the veggies were called-and some didn’t even know that french fries were made from potatoes!  They were used to seeing them in that little paper container.

On top of that, fast food is cheap…in more ways than one.  It’s inexpensive….and it’s cheap.  As in (usually) low-quality ingredients.  Sadly, the low cost factor makes it very popular.  In Food, Inc., there’s a scene where a family on a fixed income goes to the grocery store and tries to buy produce.  The youngest daughter wants some fruit (pears, I think) and the older daughter points out that the per pound cost is too high, and the pears go back in the bin.  Later, the family goes and orders a sackful of food from the dollar menu at Burger King.  The dad has diabetes, and his medications are very expensive.  Do you see the problem here?  My issue is not with the family, not at all.  They’ve got to do what they can to keep food in their stomachs.  My issue is with the fact that for the price a a few pounds of produce, a family of four can eat an entire meal at a fast food restaurant.  For less than a pound of pears, they can buy a 2-liter soda.  Why is that?  Because the government subsidizes many of the crops (especially corn!) that go into those products, so our tax dollars pay up front, allowing an artificially low purchase price, and then we pay again on the back end.  With most crops, though, this isn’t the case, hence the reason that the fruits and vegetables that we all need are so much more expensive than junk food.

So, where am I going with this?  Well, here you go.  Will you automatically get fat if you eat fast food?   No.  It could happen, but it could also happen on all homemade, whole foods from the organic grocery store.  Our food choices are up to us.  Fast food isn’t bad, but too much of it probably is.  I mean, do you really feel great after you eat fast food?  I don’t (as I mentioned in the first post, the salt gives me an earache these days).  Do you want to think about where your food came from?  If you don’t want to know, how much of that do you want to eat?  I try to stick with more local and regional fast food establishments.  I realize that health-wise they’re probably not any better, and I know that they aren’t getting their food from the places I usually get the food I cook at home, but often those places treat their employees better, have lower turnover, and have better service (and often better food).

Most of the time, though, I just err on the side of staying home.  A sandwich is fast food too, dontcha know?  I like to control my ingredients, to know what’s in my food, to know where it came from.  Fast food has its place, but in my life, there’s limited space.  I probably spend more per person in my home on groceries than the average bargain-hunter, but I also don’t spend much at all in restaurants, fast food or not, leaving more money to buy healthy whole foods.  It’s a choice I’ve made, but you have to make your own.  Educate yourself about what you eat!

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Keepin’ It Light, People

July 10, 2011

I had someone make a nasty comment about one of the restaurants that I blogged about today.  I deleted it, which is my prerogative.  While everyone is certainly entitled to their opinions, my aim with this blog as far as restaurants is to share my positive experiences.  For that reason, if I don’t like a restaurant, I won’t blog about it.  I have no interest in venting my displeasure about anyone’s establishment, and I kindly request that my readers refrain from that on my blog.  Let people make their own decisions.  We all have differing tastes and opinions.  Keep your negativity to yourself, and if you need to share it….write your own blog.  Thanks!

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Why I Cook (Neuroticism Demystified)

July 9, 2011

If you had told me ten years ago that I would be cooking and writing about it, baking my own bread, and making my own cheese and yogurt (!) I would have had a good laugh at your expense.  When I walked into my first real (i.e. non-dorm apartment) kitchen I was armed with three cookbooks and a few kitchen tools, some that we each had before we got married and some that we received as wedding gifts.  The meals we ate in the beginning were easy, to put it mildly: Hamburger Helper, Homestyle Bakes, spaghetti, tacos, and the occasional random attempt at making something from one of those cookbooks.  I knew how to cook (I had learned as a teenager when I often cooked dinner before my mom got home from work), and in fact had spent my freshman year of college wowing my roommates and my friend Brooke with my MAD kitchen skills (from scratch chicken fingers we ate with copious amounts of Naturally Fresh honey mustard-I could have consumed that stuff through a straw)….but it just didn’t interest me all that much.  But then….something happened that awakened my inner cook.

I started watching Style Network.  And on Style Network….there was this woman, a British woman, a phenom if you will.  Her name was Nigella Lawson, and she was a food writer turned television cook with a BBC show called Nigella Bites.  I was hooked, and devoured every episode feverishly.  She cooked a lot of things I had never heard of, and she made it all look and sound so good.  Watching Nigella led to watching Rachael Ray (a practice I have since abandoned, although I do still give Rachael some credit for my early interest in food) which led to watching Alton Brown….and it was all over.

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This is the cover of one my my Nigella cookbooks. Who knows where I’d be (food wise, anyway) if it hadn’t been for Nigella!

Fast forward to today.

My kitchen is well-stocked, with carefully chosen appliances.  I am a freak for cooking with gas, which is hilarious since when Philip and I moved into this house we were both perplexed by the gas range.  Now….I’d have nothing else.  This one has cast iron grates. Do you understand what that means?  Sheer wonder, that’s what!  Or at least no more burnt-on goodness.  The grates on my old stove were scratched  to bits.  My cookbook collection has expanded, to say the least.  I haven’t cooked Hamburger Helper or a Homestyle Bake in years (not that there’s anything wrong with that!).  Suffice it to say that I have grown somewhat in my knowledge and interest in cooking and food.

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I love cooking with gas. It’s what all the cool kids do!

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Needless to say, my cookbook collection has expanded a bit. And this is pared down (out with the old, in with the new….what will I add next?)!

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Good Eats isn’t on television anymore, and even if it was….we don’t have cable. Alton Brown will always have a special place in my kitchen, though!

I started thinking about it the other day, though.  Wondering why I like to cook so much.  What is it about the act-the art-of cooking that moves me so? It’s not just something I do so that we can eat.  It’s a necessity, and it’s an obsession.

First, I cook to be connected to my past.  My grandmother was a fantastic cook, probably the best I’ve ever known.  With rare
exceptions, she was in the kitchen seven nights a week.  She carefully followed recipes, even perfectly measuring and rolling her chocolate chip cookies into balls so that each cookie would be the same size.  She refused to have a microwave in her house.  She used some convenience foods, like bread-that was just what her generation did (she was a fifties housewife) but there was no Hamburger Helper.  Because both of my parents worked, we ate dinner at her house probably four or five nights a week.  She passed away when I was fourteen, before I was smart enough to know that I should get in the kitchen and learn from her.  So, while I didn’t get that experience, I know that so many of my traits as a cook came directly from her, and I feel connected to her every time I am in the kitchen.  Unfortunately, she hated to be photographed, so I don’t have many pictures of her….and she would hate to know her picture had been posted on the internet for all to see-so I’ll refrain.

Next, I have never, ever, ever been a risk-taker.  I like to play life safe, and I follow rules (those are typical symptoms of being the oldest child, by the way).  I am not adventurous.  I have been afraid of heights since I was old enough to be aware of heights (ask me about the ropes course debacle sometime).  Cooking, however, gives me an outlet to be adventurous.  Of course, there are some rules for cooking that cannot be broken, but so many more that can.  What will happen if I do this?  If I add this?  If I leave that out?  For someone who has never taken a real “life” risk in my life, cooking gives me the opportunity to have a little adventure, in ways that I am sure that many “adventurers” would never have the nerve to try.

Finally, the other symptom of “oldest child syndrome” is maybe the most important reason I cook.  I am a complete and utter perfectionist.  No one expects me to be perfect, and of course I am far from it, but that doesn’t stop me from expecting it from myself.  I have beaten myself over every “bad” grade (read: B) I have ever gotten in my life and, while there is no way that I could ever have a “perfect” day in my classroom, I blame myself (no one’s to blame, by the way) for everything that goes wrong.  The things I can’t do (sing, keep my house spotless, have a weed-free yard, to name a few) frustrate me to no end.  So, I cook.  When I first started cooking, I would have what is known around here as a “food tantrum,” which consists of tears and throwing things (not at anyone!) for any botched attempt to make something.  I am NOT kidding.  Philip has been the unfortunate witness of many of these tantrums….but I am happy to report that I haven’t had one in about four years.

While many might see my ambitious kitchen projects as just another attempt at perfection, I see them as something different.  They are a way to deal with my perfectionism-therapy, if you will.  I have learned to laugh when my yogurt doesn’t thicken, when I forget to put salt in the pizza dough, when the ice cream doesn’t freeze (this happened Sunday, by the way).  Last week, I made some mayonnaise and had to throw out the entire batch the next day because it separated, and even Julia Child’s “foolproof” (apparently not) trick for saving separated mayonnaise didn’t work.  I tossed it, shrugged, and bought some Hellman’s the next day.  Food, like a child, doesn’t always behave, and it is only partially under your control.  It does what it wants.

So, those are the reasons I cook.  Let’s see where it takes me.

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Hi, I'm Mary! Welcome to Chattavore, a destination for people who want to feed themselves and their families well every day! Life can be crazy, which means that getting dinner on the table can be a challenge (more often than not!) and my mission is to take all your favorite recipes and figure out how to serve them on a Tuesday.

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