Archive for January, 2010
If you eat beef, you should read this. It’s an article published in the New York Times several years back.
As a current vegetarian, I assure you that my motive in sharing this is to not discourage you from eating beef. Definitely not. In fact, someday, I plan to eat beef again myself. I do love a good steak. However, I think here in this country and some others as well, we are too far removed from our food sources. All we think about when we eat is what we see and what we taste. Our hamburgers either come from a tube of ground meat we buy at the grocery store, or a fast food joint. Either option provides little to no real information about where our food comes from and how it reached us. Since health is something I care deeply about, and you are someone I care deeply about, I wanted to share more about why I feel so strongly about it.
I’m not an animal rights activist. I’m not a vegetarian for moral reasons. The above article is written by Michael Pollan (I’m sure by now that name is familiar as the author of the books In Defense of Food and The Omnivore’s Delimma) and is a biography of a cow he bought and watched grow from the rancher all the way to the slaughter house and his very own dinner table. I know, it sounds boring, and to some of you it really might be. But it offers insight into not only where our food is coming from, but also the ever growing problems associated with the industrialized cattle industry. You know that whole mad cow thing? And the e.coli thing? And the antibiotic resistant super-bug thing? Those would not be the massive killing machines they are today if it were not for the way cows are currently fed and raised.
I’ve been labeled “extreme” in my views of food. I’ve actually put a lot of thought into that recently because I like to constantly examine and re-examine what I believe and why. It helps me grow and keeps me open-minded. However, the more I think about this topic, the less open-minded I become on it. It only makes sense for cows to eat what cows were designed to eat. Who can truly argue with that? It’s not only for the sake of the cows, but for our sake as well. As Pollan says in his article, “We are what we eat, it is often said, but of course that’s only part of the story. We are what we eat and what we eat, eats too.” I’m far less concerned with labels such as “organic” as I am with getting back to common sense as it pertains to our food sources. What makes more sense for the food industry? Screwing up over and over and scrambling to cover up those mistakes and put bandages on them, or doing what we should have been doing all along? “Organic” shouldn’t be a concern. It needn’t be a regulated label. I hate that it’s a buzz word an the “in” thing right now. Give me a break. Let’s get back to real food grown the way it really should be grown. The way God designed this planet. It shouldn’t be hip and cool and “in” and a topic up for debate. It should just be.
If believing cows should graze on and eat the grass they were designed by our very Creator to eat (or if you don’t believe that way, then think of it as the way they “evolved”) because it’s good for them and, in turn, good for us is “extreme”, then what, exactly, is “normal”? The industry’s position that money and cheap food are more important than human health? Isn’t it funny how “extreme” used to be the norm and what is now the norm would have been extreme just a few generations ago? Are we better off with our new norm? With the ever rising health problems in this country, I think the answer to that is glaringly obvious.
So go forth and read the article. Then go buy yourself a nice, grass-fed steak. Just the way God (or evolution, or whatever) intended for you to eat it. Yes, it’s pricey. But so is health care. Isn’t it better to pay a premium for that steak than pay for a triple bipass surgery? Or a hospital stay for MRSA? Or an e.coli infection?
Is that truly extreme? Well then, bloggy buds, “extreme” never tasted so good…
I dare you to try something new this week. Pick up a new veggie or fruit at the market.
I bought a starfruit.
I did not like. It’s… weird. But at least I tried it. What new thing will you try?
This blog post is in response to a photo challenge group I joined on facebook. It was started by a few friends and I. We have a couple topics each week and post photos pertaining to the topics. Got a camera? Like to mess around with it? Want to get out of your shooting comfort zone and expand your shutter horizons? Think about joining!
One of the topics this week was “fruit”. I couldn’t decide, so I took two shots. This second one is much more tasty.
Though still not my favorite fruit. I think that is reserved for those tiny little clementine oranges. Or sun kissed summer strawberries. Or seedless black grapes. Or…
What’s your favorite fruit?
I was standing in line at the post office earlier this week, and in walked a man with a wee little girl I am going to assume was his daughter. Cute little thing. Young. If I had to guess, I’d say maybe 4. Maybe. They took their place in line right behind me. About a minute later, I hear a conversation that went something like this…
Dad: *annoyed* Your nose is all green. What did you do at school today?!
Girl: *defensive* I didn’t do nothing!
Dad: Well, your nose and fingers are green. You did something.
Girl: *After long pause… shrieks* I was smelling the marker!
Dad: *freaked* Ooh. No. Don’t do that. You really shouldn’t do that! Smelling markers is bad! It can… it can make you sick! Really sick! Your head will… get all dizzy… and you could pass out! And get really sick! And you could… you could… you could even die!! Don’t do that!
Girl: *defensive* But all my friends were doing it!!
Dad: Still! You shouldn’t do that! It can make you really, really sick!
Girl: *blink, blink*
Dad: You’d have to go to the doctor. And you know how you’re really smart right now?
Dad: Well, you wouldn’t be smart anymore. You… you wouldn’t be able to walk. Or talk. Or read.
Me: *trying to not bust out laughing*
Dad: You’d be like a baby!! And you could DIE!!!
Girl: *apprehensive* Okay… I won’t do it anymore….
Dad: I mean it!! You could die!!
Girl: OKAY!! I won’t do it!!
Me: *done with business, practically run to car to relay conversation to mom who is waiting*
Me & mom: *laugh butts off*
I wish I could have been a fly on the wall at her school the next day.
Little Johnny: *sniffing purple marker* Commmee oonnnnnn, Girl!!! Mmm, so yummy. You know you wanna smell it! Purple! YUM!
Girl: NOOOOO!!!! Dad says you’re gonna turn into a baby and DIEEEEE!!!!
Random kids, innocently playing in corner, sniffing yellow marker: *sniff* *bawl* don’t… wanna… die… waaaaah!!!
Boy, they sure do start young these days. Peer pressure is harsh.
It’s such a happy color. I used to not enjoy it much, but now it’s among my favorites. It reminds me of summer and joy and sunshine.
I was at the store the other day and decided to get some flowers and play around with my macro lens. Poor thing hasn’t been used much lately except for shooting jewelry. It was feeling neglected. Poor, sad, neglected macro lens. I found these gorgeous orange gerbera daisies and knew they were the ones. They shout pure happiness.
See more of the daisy photos here on my Flickr account.
I hope you enjoy.