One of the things I'm most passionate about is food. Eating it, sourcing it, preparing it, learning about it, anything that has to do with food is of interest to me. This has been a gradually formed love and not something that happened overnight. I used to be the world's pickiest eater, eating only macaroni and cheese and grilled cheese sandwiches. It's a wonder I ever went to the bathroom with all that cheese! It wasn't until I lived in the sorority house in college that I began to expand my palate. We had an awesome cook, who we called Gar-Bear, that just had a way of making us want to try new things. I'm so thankful he opened my eyes to a world other than cheese! Don't get me wrong, I still love cheese, but now I love a lot more.
Once I began cooking for myself and searching for new recipes, I began to explore the world of healthy eating. What I quickly learned is that the healthy food is not where the money's at for large corporations. More often than not, the healthy alternatives in the grocery are double, if not triple the price of their lesser counterpart. It's sickening to read the laundry list of fake ingredients in those "lesser" counterparts, many of which I can't even pronounce.
I'm not here to preach about what our government should or should not do but I do want to make you aware of the the food world in which we live. Here are 2 links that both exemplify what is going on behind the scenes in our government. The first is a story of corn. Sounds boring, but I found myself immersed in this article about why you rarely find organic corn at the local farmer's markets. Reading what our government has allowed to happen over time is mind-blowing to me.
The second link is a personal, real life story from a local blogger, The Lexington Streetsweeper. He tells of a recent maddening experience at one of the big box grocery stores, whereby he witnessed our government's Food Stamp policy at work. I'm thankful he was persistent and handled the situation the way that he did. It's truly a crime the way sugary, processed, big company food is glorified for those who can't afford anything better, don't know any better, or aren't allowed to choose differently.
I really do hope that my one voice will team with others to make a difference. Until then, I'll continue to protest the junk and go for the real food. Real food that was grown by local farmers who are just trying to make an honest living like my grandparents did many decades ago. These are the same grandparents who lived well into their 80's and 90's, numbers our youth are likely to never see at the rate we're going. That is all.