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Country girl RANTS about city food!From: foofoo (anonymous@obgyn.net)Sat, 25 Nov 2000 04:46:11 -0600 (CST)
I am sooo country that I only had eighteen people in my grad class. We went wild blueberry and mushroom picking in the fall. Now I live in the city, and all there is too eat is this horrible blah produce! What terrible grocery stores! The blueberries are bred up so plump and pretty, but they taste like watered down coolaid. There is only one kind of mushroom, "White". Sure this hydroponic green pepper is shiny and green but it has 1 puny little mineral in it and tastes like cardboard! The carrots are bitter like they have been sitting in a warehouse for months. I bit into a grape and I was so disappointed! It was like "this isn't a grape, this is an apple!", and I had a terrible sinking feeling that maybe it was genetically modified and its grapeness wasn't important anymore. No wonder city people don't eat their vegetables. When I buy eggs, I have to look into the carton and check each one, because the eggs of some brands are so fragile that the sterile barrier of the shells are cracked and may be teeming with salmonella. The meat section is a little better, but it still worries me. Back home I could go to the neighbours and order half side of beef from his herd, and say, "Hey, I don't want mad cow disease, do you feed this cow animal products? Do you put hormones in your cows to make them grow up faster? What about your chickens? When you make ground beef, do you worry about whether feces have gotten in?" And he'll say, "Are you nuts? I gotta eat this too!" and I'll feel better. But the other stuff is much worse, that stuff in the middle aisles of the store. The person who made that "food" has no interest in my health--only the financial bottom line. Boxes of stuff have been overprocessed into little bricks of sugar and fat and little else. "Brown" bread which is really puffy white starch with a few flecks of germ and a little caramel coloring. Some of the bricks scream "fat free!" others scream "a good source of fibre!", but they're still bricks. I call it "space food", appropriate for astronauts, but maybe not for a lifetime of eating. Labels! Its maddening, reading and reading and reading. I'm not a scientist or a nutritionist---ugh. In the city, folk are a little richer, but the food they eat is poorer. My boyfriend is type 1 diabetic and therefore a great supporter of someone like me with PCOS, He's often complained that he lives in "a city full of food and a yet still diabetic could starve." He's right. Because he has to care about what he eats, he's able to see our food for what it is: it's like being surrounded by a giant dessert, a lot of taste or a pretty exterior, but not much good for ya. We often try to convince ourselves that we aren't really eating the bad stuff, but we have to face it -- if we weren't buying it, they wouldn't put it on the shelves. But I have come up with some solutions that harken back to my country days. I signed up for a service which delivers yummy organic vegetables right to my house, and now its very rare that I go to the supermarket. They give me recipes to go with my vegetables, too! I'm considering getting my milk delivered too, from a nice dairy. Sometimes the organic lettuces have little caterpillar bites, but I just remind myself about all the cute little birdies who got a nice organic caterpillar for lunch. I got a used bread machine, and you just dump in the ingredients, and push the button. I found a meat store that's been around for like twenty years and is really busy, and every now and then I go and get some sausage and chops. Every now and then I'll go to the supermarket and buy a treat, but I don't need much else from there. Getting stuff delivered has amazingly cut down my household garbage by half. By the way, my cravings and my PCOS have subsided.
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