as if you didn’t know this already…

17 01 2008

8 Good Reasons to Eat Local


open pollan-ation

14 01 2008

It seems like Michael Pollan is everywhere these days. He just published his fifth book, titled In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto. The other day, I heard him interviewed on The Current, which you can listen to here (in Part 3 of the show). He talks about how little we really understand of food science – despite the myriad of research papers out there – and he questions what constitutes healthy eating.

I look at my lunch today, which contains tofu that came in a package, and now question my perception of its health benefits. But it’s not just my tofu that I question, it’s our society’s approach to food. I purchased a muffin and coffee today from our local coffee roaster, and (gasp!) consumed them in front of my computer at work. Michael Pollan makes me wonder, “Am I really eating?”

mm mm good!

4 01 2008

Campbell's Soup Can by Andy WarholI’m usually a brown-bagger for lunch. We have a cafeteria in the building where I work, but I rarely go there – only when I’m in dire straits for food at home, and can’t prepare a proper lunch, or for a very guilty pleasure when I am jones-ing for a grilled cheese and tomato.

But where does my guilt come from when I bite into that greasy grilled sandwich, and what makes a proper lunch? With a mother as a dietitian, I used to think it was a meal balanced in accordance with Canada’s Food Guide. Lately, I’m starting to think it’s more than that.

Today for lunch, I slurped away on homemade tomato soup, made with tomatoes that were grown just a few kilometers from my home. I can remember bicycling back from the stand where they were being sold, coring and slicing each one, and the smell of tomato sauce filling the house as it bubbled away in the kitchen. Two days ago, I pulled a portion of the sauce out of the freezer and prepared it using a rich soup stock my husband had made earlier in the week. We sat down and enjoyed the soup for dinner together, discussed its unique flavour, and knew that the soup could never be exactly reproduced. Today, I tasted the soup’s journey once again. This, to me, is a proper meal.