Monday, April 11, 2011

5 comments:

LKD said...

My goodness, what a beautiful salad.

How's the book?

Maggie said...

It was beautiful and delicious! Notice the lovely plastic (albeit recyclable) red plate!

I enjoyed the book. It was not a diet book--no how to lose weight, no diet plan, no counting calories, no sample menus, no Atkins sorta thing--just about food and how important food--good food--is on so many levels.

Basically, he says: eat food, not too much, mostly plants.

He makes a point of saying shop on the outer aisles of the grocery as that is where you will find the "whole foods." Buy organic when you can. Stay away from processed food.

Now, those are things I largely do already, but he also examines carefully the Western diet and why so many people who eat that type of diet have so many health issues. There were some interesting studies included.

I think he's spot on when he says we are a nation obsessed with food but in all the wrong ways. We look at how many calories, how much fat, how much protein, etc. We have lost touch with the intimate part of eating.

He says something about taking your grandmother or great grandmother, as the case may be, to the market with you and watch carefully what she would choose.

My processed food buying largely stopped about 10 years ago. Bought only whole grain breads, pastas, etc. But there are so many things in something not a "whole food" that we don't take the time to think about. He says if a food product has more than 5 ingredients in it, you probably don't want to buy it.

I borrowed it from my coworker. I think I am going to buy it.

Went to grocery today, and of 34 items, only 6 were something other than whole foods: dog food, paper towels, corn chex cereal, some cereal bars, coffee creamer, and apple juice.

The list starts out like this: celery hearts, red bell pepper, yellow bell pepper, eggplant, gala apples, swiss chard, sweet onions, red onions, radishes, flat-leaf parsley, cilantro, baby carrots, fresh basil and on and on.

I do love good food and would probably be a really healthy person if I did not drink.

In the book, he does talk about the French paradox--their wine comsumption, rich sauces, breads. I like what he has to say.

Unfortunately, I drink far more than I should, and not enough of my red wines these days, though i did stock up this weekend when I was away. Can't get decent wine at a decent price in this town!

My, what a ramble! I was once accused (and given an award in my basic public speaking class) for having the "gift of gab." I find that accusation and the award most offensive. It's the same thing as saying you aren't intellectual enough to do anything other than gab. That award has bothered me more than I care to say.

So, if I gabbed, please excuse me! And don't accuse me, but please peruse me!

:)

Maggie said...

Hey...I just wrapped some asparagus in prosciutto. I always think of your dad, though I never knew him, when I have prosciutto.

Just from something you mentioned once about your dad loving prosciutto.

How we do touch each other's life's in these days in which technology allows some level of the spirit to come through

LKD said...

I am your exact opposite.

I was born reticent. Even as a child, I was reluctant, and often fearful to speak.

My quietness unnerves alot of people. Or they misinterpret as aloofness or coolness or coldness or haughtiness.

I've always been preferred to listen rather than talk. I've always loved asking questions rather than asking them.

You did not gab here. And you never gab. But the gift of gab is a gift. The world is full of people who think they have the gift of gab. But those are the people who are merely in love with the sound of their own voice. People like you, people who were born talking and say interesting, thoughtful things, now that is a gift.

I was going to say something about how much I loved the red plate too but that slipped away from me.

The book sounds like a good read and a necessary one for many people. I think if more people were aware of where most of their food comes from, how it's processed in gigantic factories and never touched by human hands, and if they could see the horrors of the factory farms, they might think twice about what they put in their mouths.

Your comment about my father made me smile. Honey dew melon wrapped in prosciutto. He loved that. I've never tried it but I can understand how the saltiness and sweetness would compliment each other.

Maggie said...

Thank you, Laurel, for saying you think what I have to say is a gift.
I am really grateful to read your words. You are not a cold or aloof person at all. Quiet doesn't bother me. I see that as reflective. I am becoming more that way the older I get. I wish I had been more of an active listener. I feel I have lost out on a great deal of information and interaction by either talking too much or being so self-absorbed I could not focus.

Perhaps I am so fearful of thinking I am like my mother that I can't see my "gift" of gab as a gift. My mother is so all about herself. At times, she can be present, and she is an interesting person, but everything is always about her.

Honeydew with prosciutto is delicious! I have eaten it at wine tastings but not made it here. No one here who would really appreciate a wine party with all the different pairings, but hell, I can just do it for me!

But, maybe--just maybe--they would like the honeydew wrapped in prosciutto sans the wine. Not that they aren't wine drinkers--they just aren't really about the pairing up of food and wine. Such a nice thing to experience those different tastes on your palate.

I do admit to loving good food!

Try some honeydew and melon one of these days. I think you'll like it!