Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2012

In Defense of Food

Last night at book club my friends and I were discussing some of the pros and cons of trying to eat a bit healthier. The subject came up because one of the moms had recently eliminated dairy from her diet to help her nursing child. There was talk about soy and various options for getting that taste that you want from dairy without actually consuming any real dairy.
I had just finished reading In Defense of Food (the same author wrote The Omnivore's Dilemma). I shared some of the information that the author provided that had stayed with me. He provided many studies that show that no matter where it is introduced the "Western Diet" always leads to health problems and is completely unsustainable by any culture. By Western Diet he was summing up how many Americans eat in our day. He cited the French diet as being one that shouldn't work--they eat tons of butter in their pastries and drink lots of wine, but the flip side is that the French don't consider eating seconds--apparently it's anathema for them. He also cited other cultures that consume much more meat than we do yet still don't suffer from the problems that we do. How could that be? Well, while various other cultures may consume more meat, they are also typically people who are more active and are killing the meat they consume--a connection to the land--a circle of life type idea. Even the Mediterranean diet which has gained huge popularity in recent years is not perfect--it's high in oils and the Mediterranean people of the time period who were considered so physically fit were much more physically active than their predecessors.
One of the reasons Mr. Pollan believes that we are suffering from so many health problems is that we aren't eating real food. Did you know that margarine used to be colored red/pink to differentiate it from butter? Well, once the food industry was able to get that removed and also the label of processed foods, it's been all downhill for our American diet ever since. He said that if you were to go shopping at look at the aisles of food, hardly any of it really is "food." He said that for many Americans we would have to look at food from the viewpoint of our grandparents and even great-grandparents. Would they look at what we are looking at and recognize it as food?
So, you think soy is so wonderful for replacing your dairy? Did you know that all that estrogen found in so many soy products is causing adverse effects on our bodies? Boys are developing later in life and men that consume large amounts of soy (milk on your cereal, in your smoothie, tofu) start to experience hormonal imbalances and other health issues. I found this paragraph (from Men's Health) quite startling:

A whopping 35 percent of bottle-fed babies in the United States receive at least some of their protein from soy. The American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) is taking steps to change this: It recommends that all infants who cannot be breastfed be given cow's-milk formulas as the first preferred alternative. Healthy full-term infants should be given soy formula only when medically necessary, the AAP's 2008 report states. Babies with an extreme form of lactose intolerance fall into this category, but many others who suffer from colic and excessive crying are switched to soy formula despite a lack of proven benefits.

Paul Cooke, Ph.D., a reproductive biologist at the University of Illinois, has studied mice raised on enough genistein to make their blood levels comparable to those of human infants fed soy formula. Among other worrisome findings, he discovered significant shrinkage of the thymus gland, a key part of the immune system. "The thymus," says Cooke, "is like a finishing school for white blood cells—it's where they go to mature."

Whether the same effect occurs in human infants is difficult to say, but a 2001 study in the Journal of the American Medical Association surveyed over 800 adults, ages 20 to 34, who were fed either soy-based or cow's-milk formulas during their infancy. One of the few differences to emerge was that the group raised on soy formula regularly used more asthma and allergy medications in adulthood. Was this just a quirk of the sampling—or could it represent a subtle impairment of immune function?

Or, if you have never taken to soy, perhaps you've decided that you need to drink Skim Milk instead of a higher fat milk. I know I did several years ago. It seemed like an easy way to eliminate some fat from my diet. However, studies have shown that the extra fat in say 2% milk allows our bodies to absorb the vitamins and minerals that drinking milk provides. In other words, decrease the fat=decrease your vitamins.
The book also delves into other interesting findings and studies, more than I care to write on, but it did make me think. 
While I think that most of us that simply cook dinner for our families using fresh vegetables and fruits are doing more than most, I think I could still do better for my family. Mr. Pollan also made a big push for buying in season and buying locally. He said that organic doesn't really mean all that much, but buying from local sellers ensures a fruit that's vine ripened and that in itself presents more nutrients. Speaking of nutrients, that's a whole other section that he discusses quite deeply that is also quite informative. 
My new goal is to visit our local farmer's market. I'm excited to see what's there. I remember going to the one that happened on Saturday mornings where I grew up, but I've never gone here and I'm curious to see what I may find. I know that when citrus is in season here, I never buy it from the grocery store. I drive to a stand that I absolutely adore and everything I've bought there is absolutely delicious. There is no comparison between an orange that has ripened on a tree vs. an orange picked early and stuck in a box and shipped across the country. 
I also have a small garden that doesn't grow a wide variety, but does produce lots of what I do grow. I have been amazed at how fast those zucchini and tomatoes can grow and ripen. We've already had some green beans with our dinner this week. I love how it feels to grow and eat something from my own ability. I think that more than just the nutrition, there must be a psychological satisfaction as well. 

Monday, March 29, 2010

My New Favorite Thing

Lately it seems like I've been struggling to get dinner on the table. The other meals are nothing fancy, but I like dinner to be something homemade if I can pull it together. So, I put some serious thought into this problem and there was only one obvious solution: the crock pot.

Really, think about most crock pot (slow cooker) recipes you know. Dump some items in for anywhere from 3-8 hours and then when your family is starving, it's all ready to scoop out and feed them!
I already had some recipes that I liked from previous years, but I found another website from a friend's blog that was called A Year of Slow Cooking. Apparently this woman used her crock pot for a year straight to provide dinners for her family. I think she might be my new hero.
So far I've tried her carnitas recipe and tonight we did her Slow Cooker Meatballs in Peanut Chile Sauce. Both were a hit. Both were easy.
The trick with the crock pot is to remember to do it early enough in the day. There have been plenty of times that 4 o'clock rolls around and I'm wondering what to do for dinner and think I should've used the crock pot. 4 o'clock with no dinner plans usually equals In'N'Out for us. (It's really naughty that we live so close to one and that it's so darn cheap to feed the whole family.)
My old crock pot has become my new answer to dinner. The two biggest problems:
1. Cleaning the crock pot after we finish up, so that it's ready to go the next day.
2. In most recipes there's only a main dish. Who needs sides anyway?
So, if you've got a great recipe to share--leave me a link or email it to me! I'm on a mission here.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Random Musings & Cute Pics

So, I feel like I should have something funny or insightful or meaningful to say, but really I keep thinking about that yummy granola I made that's sitting on the stove in the kitchen just waiting for me to eat another handful.

No, you're wrong--I should NOT grab another handful.

Yeah, I know granola is healthy for the most part, but I'm pretty sure this isn't that healthy because it tastes just like a fresh baked oatmeal cookie.

I do want to lose those 2.5 pounds I put on while visiting my grandparents. But how BADLY do I want to lose them?

I worked dang hard to put them back on. Pizza from Papa Murphy's--(thanks Don!), pork chops & homemade mashed potatoes & gravy, my grandma's most amazing salad, hamburgers with all the fixin's, tacos, my pop's homemade butterfinger icecream that he makes just for me regardless of the time of year or temperature outside. Need I go on?

By the way, did you know they make Hershey's Kisses with coconut flavor now? I haven't tried them and I'm not even really tempted, but I wonder when this Hershey's Kiss flavoring madness is going to stop?

So, yesterday I gave up junk food. Yes, I did. I gave it up for the ENTIRE day. Wow, I don't know how I made it.

I didn't even eat any junk food today & if you dare to post on this blog about how my granola is junk food, I may just take the liberty to remove your comment. Don't push your luck. You're dealing with a woman who has not had chocolate in over 24 hours--nor any homemade butterfinger ice cream.

Wanta see something cute? Okay here it is--

That is my Papa--strongest and sweetest guy. That is his twin 71 years younger. Seriously, Owen has my grandparents' last name as his middle name and boy oh boy does it fit. Look at those smiles. They both have pieces of my heart.

Ready for the next cute thing?

Boy, that smile gets me every time! His poor wife, she'll never be able to stay angry.

I love the smiles and laughs that the photo below captured-- Plus, it reminds me of the butterfinger ice cream and that's a plus.

My grandma thinks it's her job to spoil my kids. I think it's actually in her contract. Anyway, she gave them an Easter Egg hunt the last night we were there. Some of the eggs were filled with money and others were filled with chocolate. I don't know which is more tempting to me.

The eyes slightly glancing to the side say, "Mom, I need to get more eggs! I'm just humoring you about this photo--it'll never really be great."

And this picture? It's another favorite. My kids--they are so perfect--even better than Butterfinger ice cream and Gram's salads.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

My Sunday Munchies

Okay, I don't know if I'm the only one that suffers from this ailment, but I have to confess that immediately when church is over, I need to eat. I'm not talking about going home and casually perusing the cupboards and making a healthy meal either. I'm talking about, the car comes to a complete stop and it's about all I can do to help my husband get our children out of the car, get myself changed from my Sunday best to my pj's (YES my pj's--discovered the comforts of lounging around in pj's much too late in life and have been desperately making up for it by trying to wear them every Sunday for about six months now), and run like a hunted animal down to the kitchen where I grab for the quickest item that can be shoved in my mouth.


So, I could easily explain away this phenomenon by stating that it happens because our church goes through lunchtime, so of course I'm starving when I get home, but let's be honest, if our church started after dinner, I would still come home and want to shove food in my face. Healthy--not really, Satisfying--in a sick, I have no self-control type way.


I would like to end by confessing that once I've found a certain satisfying object and have inserted it into my mouth, the fat girl rampage ends there, but that would not be honest. Actually, on Sunday my mind tends to go into overdrive thinking about all of the yummy, homemade treats that I could be making. I usually start with either chocolate chip cookies or cinnamon rolls. To my credit, I usually make neither like today. I can't give myself too much credit though because I had a little bit of peanut butter chocolate chip cookie dough cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory left, so that was enough for me. I'm not kidding when I say I like dessert and I like it rich!


Anyway, Sunday usually continues on with our whole family eating random items for meals at random times. Ryanna had toast, peaches and a couple bites of my corn chowder soup for dinner. Derek never ate dinner I think and Owen had some chicken nuggets, peaches and one bite of my soup. I hardly ever get to eat all of my own food. It's my new diet called "be a mom your kids will eat half of your food" diet. It's probably saved me thousands of calories by now thus allowing me to eat things such as...well, peanut butter chocolate chip cookie dough cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory.
Sidenote #1: The above pictured cheesecake, is not the abovementioned flavor, but it would do in a pinch.
Sidenote #2: Do not be fooled by the frozen boxes of The Cheesecake Factory cheesecakes that are sold at Costco. They don't even come close to touching the flavor and texture of a fresh made piece from the restaurant.
Sidenote #3: You will soon discover that I have a penchant for sidenotes. They just feel good and let you know what I'm really thinking.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

The Ghost Got Us!!!


Last night during the ritual of bedtime the doorbell rang. Our doorbell has some issue. It starts out fine and then clunks to a stop. Since neither my husband nor I are very good at such matters, it won't get fixed anytime soon. Anyway, it rang as best as it could. Ryanna jumped up to go and open the door. She's at that age, you know where answering the phone and the door are such exciting events. It's actually a pretty exciting development in my life too since I'm often nursing or tending to something else. It can be a bit of a problem if I don't hear the doorbell first as happened last week. I'm getting way off track here though.

So, she opens the door with me right behind her and waiting at our door is a cute Halloween bag with no one around. You can imagine how exciting this is for a four year old and let's confess a 29 year old woman as well. Owen was excited for a different reason--the front door was open and he's mentally gauging how much of a headstart he has to escape before we grab him. So, we bring the bag in the house and open it to find a big bag of M&M's and a little poem talking about how we needed to post the sign in our window, so we didn't get delivered to again and we needed to copy the poem and surprise three other families next Monday night.

Now, not that I'm an evil person at heart, but I am a bit of a chocolate addict and I'm going to be completely honest here that my first thought was, "Maybe I won't put this sign in my window and see how much chocolate I can score this Halloween season." Ssshhh...don't tell anyone I thought that.

Ryanna said the prayer at breakfast this morning and said, "Thank you for the treat last night. Bless us that we can eat it" or something to that effect since I'm doling out the candies after lunches or dinners or violin practices. Come on, she's got half of my genetics, if I leave her to her own devices she'll eat the whole bag!
(These photos are from making caramel apples Sunday night as a family.)


Thursday, September 27, 2007

Audrey's Derek food fun

So, the perks with my hubby's job continue!

Wednesday night we went out to dinner with some friends of ours. We were "recruiting" them to come and work at my husband's firm. I am beginning to wish that I could recruit people once a week it was so yummy.

We ate at Ruth's Chris. Have any of you eaten there? I never had until last night, but it was worth the wait!!! It's a steak house and it's way out of the price we normally spend to eat out (think Panda Express $12 for the whole family), but when you're not paying, why not? I had the Ruth's Chris salad, filet and a side of Au Gratin potatoes. Of course I saved room for dessert which was a delicious creme brulee.

The only thing that could've been better is the name. Seriously, as an English major, what the heck kind of name is that? Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. So.... what does that mean? Ruth's Chris would mean that Chris belongs to Ruth, okay that makes sense. Now, we've established the Chris is Ruth's, but what is the Chris? Does Chris mean restaurant in some language? That wouldn't make sense either since its Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. This is some complex English enigma.

I get really annoyed at these businesses that don't do the apostrophe correctly. You know you've seen it everywhere! Bobs Paint and Supply. So, how many Bobs work there? Oh wait, you mean Bob owns the store? Did you know there's actually a way to signify such ownership and it's oh so easy to do? I realize with items such as Chris paint and supply it gets tricker to navigate--those darn s's and I also realize that the rules behind grammar are changed through the course of time and usage, but some things must be respected.

So, now that you've heard me out, just explain it to me! And, for future use--(feel free to ignore this portion of my blog, it's for my own self-soothing and reassurance).

The Apostrophe's Usage:

1. To Show Possession
Apostrophes can be used to show possession.
Singular possessive- add 's to the end of a singular noun to show possession
the book's cover
Mom's oven
If the word already ends in s, just add a '
Mr. Bates' cat
In compound nouns, place the apostrophe in the last word.
John and Cassie's house

Plural possessive- add ' to the end of a plural noun
managers' instructions
dogs' bones

2. In Contractions
Use apostrophes in contractions to show missing letters.
don't (do not)
I'd (I would)
Who's (who is)

3. To Make Plurals
Use apostrophes to make plurals for numbers, letters, and symbols that don't have plurals.
11's
A's, B's, and C's
do's and don'ts

4. To Show Dialects
Use apostrophes to show dialects or unusual English.
'd ye s'ppose ye 'ave

5. In Dates
Use apostrophes in dates to show missing numbers.
'69
'04

6. In Time or Quantity
Use apostrophes in amounts, times, or quantities.
three day's worth
This morning's headlines

Monday, August 27, 2007

What addiction?


Okay, so my husband likes to notice my quirky issues, at least they are quirky to him. I think he's got his own set of quirks himself, but he seems to feel completely justified in those issues, so we won't discuss them.

Anyway, I do realize my personality tends to lend itself to addictive behavior such as chocolate and well, sweets and sugar in general. If any of you know me very well, you will realize that I have a serious sweet tooth for the usual ice cream, chocolate, homemade desserts (usually containing chocolate), etc. My addictions usually involve only food thanks to some serious medications I'm taking--that's a joke and if any of you believed that for one second, I would ask you to no longer read my blog because what if I really am taking medications and you were sitting there judging me? Now we have a problem. Back to the issue at hand.

You know those little dessert pie things that you can buy? They've been around since I was a kid, but I don't know their exact name, anyway, I've never tried one of them. This is not because I haven't had the chance. I have intentionally avoided them because I recognize that they are a dessert and I have a dessert addiction and if I try one, I may like it. If I like it, I may start being tempted to buy it and eat it. It's a bit like sin, I'm avoiding it at all costs. I did this for years with Snickers bars too. I think I gave in one night when I had to have something chocolatey and it was the only option in the house due to someone else...not sure who...eating all the other chocolatey options.

I really do think that there's something dangerously addictive to this blogging thing. Why? Because I refuse to subscribe to any of my friends' blogs because I want to be excited to visit each and every one of your sites each day to see if by chance you've posted something new. I realize that I could receive some sort of email update, but where's the fun in that? I want to let you know I care and feed my addiction simultaneously by visiting your sites on a daily, sometimes multi-daily basis.

I find myself now going about my day thinking, "How would I write about this in a blog?" "Could I possibly take a picture of this and post it with my blog thoughts?" "How many comments would it draw?" "What creative title could I tag with it?" "Do you think someone I don't even know has found my blog and is going to comment today?" "Where would she live?" (I chose the feminine pronoun here because my husband swears my blog is a...what did he call it? "estrogen fest" or something like that.)

As you know from the previous post, we just bought a house and needed to turn on the utilities and I was left to decide if we could or could not afford internet. Well, everyone knows you don't let addicts make decisions for themselves. They're never going to choose the best option, only the most self-interested option. My husband may not know of my addiction yet, well, until he reads this blog entry because like any good addict, I'm hiding it well.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Me, Ben & Jerry


Are any of you fellow ice cream lovers aware that Ben & Jerry's has released one of the yummiest new flavors I've ever had? Don't be concerned, my first love--Chubby Hubby--is still near and dear to my heart, but my goodness, have you tried their Cinnamon Buns? I tried it at one of their stores for the first time last summer and was very excited. I tried to find it in the grocery store afterward and was unsuccessful until this last, wonderful Tuesday.

Cinnamon Buns as described by the container is: "Caramel Ice Cream with Cinnamon Bun Dough and a Caramel Streusel Swirl." Okay, okay, like Jerry McGuire's wife, "You had me at Cinnamon Bun."

I was also enthused to see on their website they are also offering another new flavor--Creme Brulee which has me intrigued. There are several other flavors as well--Raspberry Chocolate Chunk (which is light!!!!), Peach Cobbler, Mint Chocolate Chunk, etc. etc.

My mom has always been a devotee of their Cherry Garcia which is okay for me. I usually prefer ice cream with something in the title such as, "Chocolate ice cream covered in chocolate sauce, swirled with chunks of chocolate," but that's my own personal addiction. I was wondering, what are your favorite Ben & Jerry flavors?

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Just settled down for a long night's CHAT?

One of my favorite things to do is to eat out. I absolutely love it. We usually only do it once a week to be frugal and it's probably better for my figure that way anyway, but it's still one of my favorite things. Now, what goes better with good food than good conversation? I'm not talking about my typical dinner conversation which usually goes like this:

Me: "Ryanna, please eat. If you're not going to eat your food when we go out, I'm going to have you eat before we leave home. Owen, please stop screaming. Derek, please help me deal with the kids."

Ryanna: "Mom, I need to go to the bathroom."

Me: "What? I asked you to go before we left the house." At this point my food is barely warm enough to eat anyway.

Derek: "Owen, stop throwing food all over the floor."

It goes on like this ad nauseum when it's a family night on the town. However, when it's just me and Derek, I love to chat. I get really excited about having an uniterrupted conversation. Any of you with children old enough to speak are shaking your heads in understanding here. So, why is it that when we go to eat, sometimes I'm left with nothing to say? I don't know, I can't quite figure it out sometimes, but I did discover the best place to create a longer conversation than you'll ever want to have--your bed.
Seriously, can any of you relate to this? Derek and I crawled into bed last night sometime before 10 pm and we didn't go to sleep until about midnight. For some reason, we get really philosophical as well as goal oriented when everything else in the house is silent.
Why does this happen? Why can't these amazing conversations happen at restaurants? What is it about the time right before I drift off to sleep that I start to remember all of these random stories and ideas I couldn't recall until then?