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Monday, November 25, 2013

Local from Gobble to Oink


For me, planning Thanksgiving dinner is almost as fun as eating Thanksgiving dinner.  A couple of weeks before, I start menu planning and recipe gathering.  I make lists, gather ingredients, and go shopping.  A couple of days before, I make sure meats are thawing and bread is drying.  I figure out which parts I can do the day before, including chopping onions and celery, cooking cranberry sauce, and making desserts.  I plan out the timing so I can carry out the precise choreography to not crowd the oven, yet keep everything hot until the moment it’s served.  I always include a few traditional must-haves, such as cranberry sauce, dressing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie; I always include as many local ingredients as possible.  My cranberries are from far away, but bread from Pekara with herbs and onions from Claybank Farms will be made into dressing, the potatoes are from the Moore’s in Watseka, and the sweet potatoes (grotesquely large ones, I might add) are from Claybank Farms also.  This year I’m throwing in an oyster-mushroom appetizer (oysters from Claybank Farms), a kale salad, and roasted Brussels sprouts with gorgonzola and pecans (kale and sprouts from Blue Moon).  And a French tart, because, well, the French side of the family must be represented (apples from Monticello’s Wolfe Orchard).

My husband and I have been together almost sixteen years, and yet this was the first year we’ve been able to admit to each other a deep, dark secret we didn’t know we shared:  neither of us likes turkey.  For many years I’ve been going to the trouble of pre-ordering a free-range, organic turkey, thawing it, brining it, stuffing it with citrus and herbs, roasting it for hours, cutting it and keeping it warm for guests (once we even drove a thawing, brining turkey all the way to Virginia).  Then, after the event, I would dutifully wrap up the leftovers and put them in the freezer where they would stay for...years.  Until I would pull out the package, the meat unrecognizable with freezer burn, struggle with my conscience over the waste, then finally throw it away, knowing none of us would eat it.  We seem to have passed the turkey-hate gene to our son, who eats all of Thanksgiving treats with gusto, except the turkey.

No more.

This year I bravely cut turkey out of the Thanksgiving menu.  I know, to some it’s an atrocity—possibly anarchy—but I believe I can successfully celebrate the giving of thanks for nature’s bounty without turkey.  It can be done.  I am serving instead a gorgeous smoked ham from our favorite Triple S Farms, and a roasted, stuffed chicken (also from Triple S) for the non-ham eaters, or for those who seem to think a Thanksgiving without fowl is indeed foul.  And I will feel thankful, and my guests will be full when they leave, and we will gladly look forward to eating a few ham sandwiches after the last platters and dishes and roasting pans and glassware are clean and put away.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

A Word on Diets



My friend recently emailed me to let me know she was coming to town this weekend to visit family and go out for a nice dinner with them.  She asked if I could suggest good area restaurants, since she's now doing the Paleo Diet.  I started googling.  Yes, I've heard of the Paleo Diet, knew the basic tenets, but wasn't exactly sure of what was included/excluded.  Through my search, I came across a video called "The Perfect Human Diet".  What a load of crap!  I am so tired of diets based on half-truths and fuzzy science!  Sorry if anyone else I know is following this diet, but I just have to tell how I feel.  I hope I don’t step on any toes.

So I watch the video.  I get the main premise:  prehistoric man was able to grow a huge brain and make cognitive advances only after he started eating meat.  The evil in our present day diet is because we've gotten away from that caveman diet of meat, nuts, berries, and greens.  And I follow the logic.  All of our modern diseases come from the fact that we now eat cultivars--grains and legumes included--and dairy, and foods processed and over-processed from these cultivars.  OK. Then the "documentary" moves to an interview with a doctor, who walks around the grocery store telling us what we should and shouldn't eat.  Fruits and vegetables, OK.  Meat, OK.  (Only a brief reference, however, to how/where the animal was raised and what it was fed; no reference at all to the advantages of eating local and/or organic--BOO!).  Bread, no. Pasta, no.  Dairy, no.  Legumes (including peanuts), no.  Rice, no.  The much-maligned potato?  No, of course not.  Even GREEN BEANS are out.  WTF?!  I daresay that prehistoric man ate whatever crossed his path.  He probably dug up sweet potatoes and potatoes and other roots, if they were available.  He probably found some wheat-like grain and chewed on it until the gluten made it like chewing gum (something my husband used to do with wheat at the farm). Unlike our ancestors, we are going to the grocery store to find food, instead of foraging for it.  And all the fruits and veggies that the doctor said were supposedly OK on the diet?  Cultivars.  That's right.  BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY THING AVAILABLE TO US, unless we go out in the woods and forage for plants and berries, of course.  I'm thinking about these fabulous tiny wild blueberries we saw in the woods on a walk in Belgium this summer; but how many of those would we have to find to make a meal?  Just to get a handful was a lot of work.

Grrr.

That having been said, I know I feel better when I eat fewer/less grain-based foods in general, and have an easier time losing weight when I avoid them.  But that's because they are the most efficient way to get calories in!  Duh!  That must be why my growing 10-year-old craves them!  And of course diets that avoid grains and other simple carbohydrates will make you lose weight, because it becomes too difficult to make up the difference in meat--it takes too long to chew and process, and does make you feel fuller.  And so, de facto, if you follow this diet you will most likely eat more fruits and vegetables, thereby improving your cholesterol numbers, blood pressure, etc.  But why make up crap to make people believe that we're somehow able to eat like Paleolithic man?  And how do we really know what Paleo man ate?  (Oils are OK on the diet, which I'm not sure Paleo man had figured out how to make, by the way; I’m also not sure how many vineyards were around in Paleo times, but red wine is determined to be OK, while beer is out.  Hmmm.) Not to mention that exercise--the one factor that is undisputedly different from cavemen to present-day man--probably allowed them to eat whatever the hell they wanted.  If they had been foraging for Cinnabons, they were still foraging, and the activity alone would have probably negated any effect from simple carbohydrates and the ensuing insulin resistance.

Not to mention, if our diet now is solely causing our obesity and autoimmune epidemics, how do some people continue to stay thin and healthy?  Wouldn't everyone be susceptible to the effects?  What about those centenarian populations in the Mediterranean or Okinawa, who are eating rice, grains and/or potatoes and/or legumes like crazy?  How about those people in the south of France who eat the most saturated fat and meat (often with legumes, think cassoulet), and still live longer than the rest of France?  And why has the epidemic waited to swell until the end of the 20th and beginning of the 21st century?  Couldn't it have something to do with the invention of cars and drive-thrus and the domination of Monsanto instead?

Sorry, this video made me totally hot around the collar, as you can tell.   The whole thing just made me sick and tired of the "newest, best thing."  We know fruits and veggies are good for you.  We know the government food pyramid (now the “plate”) was devised by politicians, and is most likely not a good guide for nutrition.  We know that sweets should be avoided, or at least just saved for a special occasion.  But the human body is a marvelously adaptive organism, and tells us (pretty loudly) when it's not getting the right thing or enough of the right thing or too much of a good thing.  We just need to listen.  Clearly, that’s where the problem lies.  We’re not good listeners. 

I’ll freely admit, I have always been searching for the best diet for my own situation.  I still don't know why I have this autoimmune disease that makes my body attack its own connective tissue.  But I’ve found through my searching that there is no magic bullet, no amulet I can wear, no single nutrition advice--beyond the common sense advice--that will solve it.  Maybe it was something I was exposed to in childhood, some chemical or drug.  Maybe it's genetic.  Maybe it's dietary, but because of some fertilizer or insecticide or genetic modification that I don't know about and have no control over.  Maybe--and probably--I will never know in my lifetime.  Why do I eat the same or less as people who weigh so much less than I do? I may never know that either.  After sifting through thousands of pieces of nutritional, diet, and lifestyle information, I have come to one conclusion:  I only have to use my intuition and listen to myself.  This is of course both disappointing and liberating.  For myself, I do know that:  1) I have to watch portion control, especially around special occasions; 2) I have to watch alcohol consumption, those sneaky, empty calories; 3) I have to get enough sleep, or as much as I can; 4) I have to exercise, probably every day, probably an hour each time; 5) I have to eat lots of veggies and fruit and other foods that I know are good for me.  That's it.  That's all.  A full time job, of course, but frighteningly simple.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

How to Strrrreeeetcchhh a Chicken


No, I am not talking about the classic rubber chicken.  Since I quit my job over eight months ago, I’ve been trying to focus on a bit of penny-pinching, while not compromising on the quality or sources of our meals.  Sometimes this takes some ingenuity; sometimes it just takes being willing to eat a bit more simply.  When I defrost two packages of leg quarters of chicken, I try to make a plan how the meat can be used for multiple meals.  It helps, of course, that we’re only three, and although one of us is a growing child, still eats relatively small portions for dinner.  So our four Triple S chicken leg quarters—specifically, four thighs and four legs—can be stretched to use for three meals.  And, hey, now that keeping chickens in the yard is legal in our small city, some of you may be even more interested in more chicken recipe ideas...

Meal One
I baked the leg quarters in a leftover three-quarters-full jar of green salsa.  Most of the salsa ended up on the skin, but it did flavor the meat enough to give a little kick.  I paired this with steamed farmer’s market green beans that I had frozen this summer.  They were bright and beautiful.  My son eats his with ketchup.  My husband complements everything with a country grain bread from our local bakery.  We each had either a leg or a thigh.

Meal Two
Some mushrooms were crying out to be used (unfortunately, not my favorite local oyster mushrooms, but these were organic criminis), so I sliced those up.  I started with a half-pound of Triple S uncured bacon, sliced into ½-inch thick-cut pieces, and thrown into my giant cast iron frying pan.  When it was almost done, I chopped a Claybank Farms onion and threw it in.  When it became translucent, I added the deboned and chopped leftover chicken.  A few more minutes and I could add the mushrooms.  The chopped green beans were then ready to be thrown in, and I kept it stirring until everything was really hot.  This dish—a sort of unnamed hash—was an unmitigated success with the 10-year-old due to the presence of bacon.  There are even a bit of leftovers for my lunch tomorrow.

Meal Three
While my hash/stir-fry was cooking, I slipped the bones and skin (with green salsa remnants) into a stock pot and covered it with water.  It’s simmering on the stove even as I write this.  Tomorrow night will be vegetable soup with whatever else is clamoring for attention from my vegetable drawer in a slightly-peppery chicken stock.  Soup is with out a doubt the perfect antidote for a cold night.

Look at that gorgeous stock simmering!

Buying organic, pasture-raised meat directly from the farm is not cheap.  Two packages of leg quarters were around $7.50, even with my buying club discount.  But if I can make three meals out of them, the cost evens out considerably (and the bacon didn’t add that much to the total).  And I have the confidence to know that we are eating responsibly grown, tasty, and nutritious food.