Archive for April, 2007

Loccoli, we all like broccoli

Me, sighing, as I take a bite of spinach: I just love vegetables.
Merrie, sighing, in response: I just love sugar.

Okay, so Lauren at Pretending to Farm told me recently she’s awash with broccoli down in Arizona. So let’s talk broccoli.

Bush the elder banned it from the White House. One in six children think it’s a baby tree (and hey, you can blow up balloons with your ear; who knew?). In fact, it’s an edible flower, chock full o’ vitamin C, iron, vitamin A, potassium, magnesium, zinc, and other cancer-fighting good stuff. Guess that’s why this guy feels strongly enough about the vegetable to join anti-porn demonstrations and a beam-me-up UFO convention…dressed as broccoli.

But, um, whaddya’ do with it?

Two nights ago, we did what we’ve been doing with all foods in my cooktop-free world: we roasted it. Just cut it small, placed it in a pan, drizzled it with olive oil, and then sprinkled parmesan cheese on it. Not so much that it was coated in cheese; just enough that some stuck to the bottom of the pan. The flavor gets absorbed as it cooks, I think. You’ll want to place it in a preheated 400 degree oven (that’s my default roasting temperature these days) for about 15 minutes, stirring occasionally, just until you see a tiny bit of brown.

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Okay, so that doesn’t look beautiful, but we all ate it pretty happily. And Merrie? My 5-year old? Loved the stuff. Loved it! She liked it so much that she was crushed when dear Mr. Cleaner Plate Club accidentally threw out the leftovers that she’d hoped to take to school for lunch (I love you honey, I do. But please, please next time your 5-year old is excited to bring broccoli to school for lunch? PLEASE don’t send it into the waste bin).

There’s endless variations on this concept. Kai mentioned in a previous comment that she likes it roasted with lemon and garlic. Teri’s kitchen does the parmesan thing, but adds garlic and marjoram to hers. And, ooh, here’s a teriyaki version that I might try. And, oh, hey, here’s a different Asian-inspired version. If you want to get all sophisticated with the stuff, you can try making an infused oil version, courtesy of this blogger, who’s dedicated enough to dream about broccoli at the gym. I mean, this gal is serious.

Me? Not quite as serious. But I like my broccoli. I like even better that my family likes their broccoli.

And, since it’s been a while, why not close with a few haiku on the subject?

Oh, great green flower:
My kid eats you with gusto!
For you? Gratitude.

Really, broccoli:
What did H.W. know?
You’re tasty, cooked right.

(Let’s blame Barbara Bush,
Modern Marie Antoinette.
Cook more, Babs. Talk less).

A sprinkle of cheese,
A drizzle of olive oil…
Booyah! That ain’t bad!

What to do with Asparagus, versions 1.0 and 2.0

Asparagus! Vegetable-that-is-also-a-lily! Healthy diuretic that makes your pee smell funny! Wildly rich in vitamin K and other good stuff! Featured in the oldest-known cookbook!

What could more spring-seasonal than asparagus?

Actually, in this case, lots of things. I’ve mentioned before that I’m honest. Which is why I have to confess that the asparagus featured in this post is not local, not seasonal, but is rather Green Giant-brand, imported from Chile, coated no doubt with chemical fertilizers and pesticides. I washed them. But still. I present this to you in hopes that you can find something a little more local in your neck of the woods.

Asparagus v. 1.0: Roasted asparagus
Turns out that you can roast asparagus just like you can roast green beans. And it takes a much shorter time.

Ingredients:
2 bunches asparagus
1 large clove garlic, minced
Olive oil
A tiny bit of kosher sea salt

Break off the bottom, toughest part of the asapargus. Line in pan. Sprinkle the garlic and salt over the top. Drizzle with olive oil. Place in preheated 400 degree oven. Open oven occasionally just to move stuff around. Remove when the asparagus starts to get wrinkled and just a little brown (which for me was only after about 5 minutes).

Here’s what it looked like:
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Asparagus v. 2.0: Oven asapargus pancake
This is yet another easy-but-goody from Simply in Season. Which you guys should own, if you don’t yet. FrugalMom got it, and she tells me she loves it.

Ingredients:
Leftover roasted asparagus (from the above recipe)
3/4 cup of milk
2/3 cup of white flour
2 eggs
A little bit of salt (did you use salt when you cooked the asparagus? you might just want a pinch. If you didn’t, you might want as much as a half-teaspoon).
Shredded cheese for the top (I think the recipe calls for half-cup. We had leftover mozarella and Havarti dill, and I just used what we had)

Place asparagus at the bottom of a pie pan. In a bowl, whisk milk, flour, eggs, and salt. Pour over the top of the asparagus. Place in 400 degree preheated oven until the whole thing is brown and puffy. Sprinkle the shredded cheese on top. Slice into wedges and eat immediately (when you slice it, it will lose much of its puffiness). This would be a great brunch recipe - it has a look like quiche, but is much, much easier; though the texture is definitely more pancake-y than egg-y. If you’ve got the 20 minutes to wait while it cooks, the whole thing is just really easy.

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And it’s okay. Simple, but kind of tasty. And fast. And different.

Because I am a sweet-fiend, I very much want to try a version of this with pears instead of asparagus, and cinammon instead of salt, and drizzles of real maple syrup instead of cheese. I will do this some Sunday morning, and I will let you know.

And look: here’s an article in the Times in which Craig Claiborne describes meeting an oven-baked pancake for the first time like “meeting Grace Kelly.”

Baby Charlotte had a similar reaction to Craig Claiborne. She loved it, loved it. Blair liked it fine (didn’t find it exactly like meeting Grace Kelly, or Uma Thurman, or Angelina Jolie, but he did take seconds). Merrie didn’t really taste it, because she was so busy munching away on her salad person (see previous post). But I think she would eat it. I KNOW she’d eat the sweeter, Sunday-morning pear-and-maple-syrup version I’m envisioning…mmm.

She played with food, she ate veggies and fruits

Check this out. It’s a “salad person,” inspired by Mollie Katzen’s great kids’ cookbook, Salad People and More Real Recipes. This is a great cookbook, because the recipes really are preschool-friendly, and they’ve got drawings that show what to do, step by step, so the kid can “read” the recipes without too much help.

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Ingredients:
- 1 plate full of different fruits and veggies, cut up into various sizes.
- 1 very dull butter knife
- 1 enthusiastic 5 year old who wants nothing more than to get her hands messy and make things.

And darn it if I didn’t see her tasting the sprouts while she was using them for hair. Darn it if she didn’t nibble on pears, and asparagus, and broccoli, and berries, as she went. Darn it if she didn’t eat almost her whole salad person for dinner, plus some added broccoli and carrots. Darn it if she DIDN’T ACTUALLY SMILE AT ME AND SAY “THANKS, MOM. THIS IS A GREAT DINNER.”

She did those things. Oh, yes she did.

If any of you ever make salad people with your wee ones, take a picture, would you? Post it on your blog, or send it to me at ali.wade.benjamin AT gmail DOT com. Merrie would love nothin’ more than to see some more salad person creations from cyber-pals.

Grilling: good.

Last Saturday, we hosted a small blogger’s convention barbecue, in honor of the thrillingly, refreshingly, joyfully warm weather. In attendance: Jenn, the Mater, David, and my adorable hubby, as well as three dogs, four children, and one small deer tick that briefly made an appearance on my older daughter.

Chaos! Laughter! Dog fur! Organic beer! Mother-daughter tension being worked out at our dining room table! Jenn wasn’t naked, or Iceland-bound, as some of her latest posts might suggest, although she and her mom did discuss things like Mother-Daughter Boundaries, Respecting Privacy, and Living One’s Own Life. It was the kind of conversation that will be familiar to anyone with a mother. Or a daughter.

One very important thing to note before I share the food stuff: I didn’t clean my house. I have this theory — just a hunch, no science to back it up — that in today’s society, having folks over to share a meal is inversely correlated with the pressure to have a “showpiece” home. In other words, I think that if someone really looked into it (you hearing me, Freakonomics guys?), they would find that as the importance of home-as-status-symbol rose in America, the rate of people who actually invited people into their home decreased. There’s too much pressure now (gotta clean! Our good chairs aren’t here yet! Our home isn’t nearly as nice as *theirs*! What will they think?!). And me? I think that’s a really unhealthy trend. It is good to share food. It is good to join with others. And you know what? They don’t care nearly as much about your home being perfect as you do. In fact, they WANT to see your home messy. They’ll feel more at home. They’ll be more likely to reciprocate. So…You! Yeah, you out there! Invite someone over for a meal! I’m serious; do it now! That someone that you’ve been meaning to get together with for a while? Shoot ‘em an email. Yeah, right now. Invite them. And then do something radical…DON’T CLEAN! Tumbleweeds of dog fur blowing across your living room floor? Yeah, we had that. Leftover popcorn crumbs everywhere? We had that, too. Unscrubbed toilets? Yep. So you’ve got no excuse. Go. Do it. I’m serious.

On the menu:
Burgers!
Tilapia!
Grilled veggies!
Roasted potatoes!
Kickin’ salad!
Roasted rhubarb with ice cream!

1. The Burgers
Let me say that blogging about food brings a serious consequence: it becomes really, really hard to say to your supermarket-bound hubby, “sure honey, just pick up whatever meat’s on sale!” The more time one spends reading about feedlots and E. coli and 400,000-lb-recalls and the like, the more difficult it is to laugh blithely and hand over one’s credit card, saying “Sure, Cargill! You deserve my hard-earned cash! Keep at it, guys!”

With a little hunting, we found some non-feedlot grass-fed beef that didn’t cost us our first-born. Thirteen dollars got us 10 (smallish) burgers, about $1.30/burger.

Why grass-fed? I’m working on a post on this, but it’s taking a fair amount of research. I’ll just say in the short-term that grass-fed beef has less saturated fat, much more omega 3 fatty acids (the good kind), and there’s less of a risk of E. coli. It’s also got fewer calories. Men’s Journal says that, assuming you eat an “average” amount of beef, switching to grass-fed could help you shed five pounds in a year, with no other dietary changes.

I mixed my meat in a bowl with a single egg, and several shakes of flavored bread crumbs. Here’s how they turned out:

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They were slightly dry, because it turns out that having less fat than convetional grain-fed beef makes grass-fed beef cook more quickly. Grass-fed beef apparently needs about 30% less cooking time than conventional beef. But still, they were mighty tasty, especially since it’s been a while since I’ve had a good burger.

2. The Tilapia:
It doesn’t taste too “fishy,” it’s on the eco-best list, it hasn’t been contaminated with too much mercury, and, um, I know how to cook it.

And guess what! Here’s the really exciting thing! That fish recipe I gave a while back? You can do a version of it on the grill. This time, I varied a Simply in Season recipe for Grilled Asian Salmon:

- 3 lbs tilapia
- 1 bunch scallions, chopped
- 2 TBSP ginger, minced
- 2 TBSP garlic, minced
- 4 TBSP sesame oil
- 4 TBSP tamari.
Put tilapia on aluminum foil (I always use a layer of parchment paper). Make a “boat” out of the foil by rolling up the sides. Scatter green onions on the fish. Mix up other ingredients. Pour over top. Seal sides of boat (so fish is totally enclosed). Grill for 20 minutes. It was tasty and pretty:

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3. The Other Stuff:

The kickin’ salad:
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The roasted potatoes (so good, said David, that he wanted to put ice cream on ‘em!. The trick there is Konriko Greek Seasoning, a failsafe must-have for your spice rack):
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The grilled veggies (just a little olive oil before grilling! That’s all!)
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No pictures of the rhubarb or ice cream, but we followed the roasted rhubarb recipe from earlier this month, and found it especially delicious with a small dollop of butter pecan ice cream. The grownups did. The children held their noses and shouted “Ew! Rhubarb! Ew! Yucky! Yucky!”.

The kids found plenty to eat, though. We cooked one tilapia fillet without the Asian flavor, and they dug it. Burgers? You can’t go wrong, especially when there’s endless amounts of ketchup. Baby spinach dipped in dressing? They were all over it.

So. That’s the barbecue. How about you? Who are you having over to dinner? (I’m serious. Invite them. Now. And whatever you do, DON’T CLEAN YOUR HOUSE).

With news like this, I’ll never stop!

You know, when I started this blog, I was worried. I thought that I’d do a few posts about industrial agriculture, tell you what I’ve learned so far, maybe post a handful of recipes, and then run out of things to say. I wasn’t sure, but I thought it could happen. And I was worried.

Now, I realize there was no need to worry! No need whatsoever! There’s an endless string of food-related stories to tell! Endless! So many unhappy things to share! So, hooray for that! Hooray for the troubling state of food in this country! It looks like I’ll never, ever run out of things to say! The Cleaner Plate Club will go on! And on! That’s great, right? I mean…that’s…um…

Hmm. Maybe it’s not so great.

The latest thing I get to discuss is a topic we’ve visited before: the peanut butter outbreak (it’s how I met many of you…I’m getting verklempt just thinking about it). That, and the E.coli spinach outbreak from a while back. It turns out the FDA was aware of the contamination problems that led to these outbreaks. For years. They knew about these problems for years. Long before OMSH fed the problem peanut butter to her son on a daily basis.

(if you read further down in that article, you’ll notice that the melamine that caused the recall of more than 100 brands of pet food actually made their way into the human food supply, as well. At least one hog farmer used “salvaged pet food,” including melamine-tainted foods, to the very pigs that we humans eat. Just a little something else to brighten your day).

Expat Chef is spitting mad about the whole thing (are you guys reading Expat Chef? You should be. She’s super-smart and she can cook like no one else I know), as is much of the blogosphere. Prosecutor-turned-Mom FireDogLake speaks on behalf of infuriated mothers everywhere when she tells the FDA they deserve “more than just a time-out.” Universal Health calls the FDA itself contaminated. Left Of the Dial has posted an angry rant about the whole thing, filled with phrases like “criminal damn negligence.” I could go on. But they’re talking, and they’re pissed.

Many folks are using it as an indictment of the Bush adminstration. Now, I’m no fan of Bush, but I’ll caution that turning this into a partisan thing ignores a perhaps larger, and more fundamental, problem: the extent to which we, as a nation, put our food supply in the hands of huge corporations whose primary motivations are profits and quarterly earnings statements. They’re not necessarily bad dudes, the folks at these corporations (I said not necessarily, mind you. They’re not exactly heroes, either). It’s just that the kind of short-term growth that makes shareholders happy are much more on their mind than, say, OMSH’s son. They also happen to have tremendous political influence — and as power shifts to the left, so, too, will their influence.

(umm…did you guys contact your senators yet about the farm bill? In light of all this news, you really might want to do that. Or, you know, start growing your own food in your backyard).

If you read just one thing today, make it this.

Okay, earlier tonight I promised you grilling with a naked Iceland-bound blogger (and her mom). And I will give you this. Or at least a brief description of something like this. BUT NOT YET. Instead, I interrupt this blog to bring you an article that you should — nay, MUST — read. Right this minute.

Regular readers know that I am just a little bit in love with deeply admiring of Michael Pollan, author of the best book you will ever read about food. And guess what? I think he loves me, too He’s come out with a terrific article in today’s Times Magazine that explains, in a nutshell, why the least expensive food in the supermarket is also the worst for us.

The article is about the Farm Bill, and the choices we make as a nation to subsidize the least-nutritious commodity agricultural products, at the expense of the healthy stuff. He describes (again, in a nutshell) the consequences that these choices have on our health, as well as our environment, immigration policy, our schools, and more.

Regular readers will also note that this article is similar to a recent post of mine on the cost of eating well. This is because he loves me, he loves me, I really think he loves me he has been a huge influence on how I eat and how I blog. And maybe we were made for each other if you like what I have to say here, you might just want to contact your elected officals and demand a Farm Bill (or, as Pollan calls it, a Food Bill) that makes it a little easier for you, and your kids, and your neighbors, and your fellow citizens, to be healthy.

Seriously. If you read just one thing today, make it Pollan’s article. Then? Tell him I really, really kinda’ think he’s neato Buy his book.

What should we talk about today?

First of all, I love you guys. I do.

Here’s why: when I was 16, I skipped school for a week. I did. The weather had gotten warm, and I finally had friends who drove, so instead of sitting in boring cinderblock classrooms listening to abysmally dull chemistry lectures, I ditched class altogether, along with my newly-driving friends. We skinny-dipped. We drove on back roads listening to to Jerry Garcia and Lisa Lisa. We dipped our toes in the river. We went to the mall. I probably never would have gone back, except the school FINALLY GOT WISE AND CALLED MY MOTHER. And then, folks, I got a serious a*s-whuppin.’

I deserve an a*s-whuppin’ now, or at least a visit from the truancy officer of the blogosphere. The reason for my delinquency is the same today as it was then: the weather has finally gotten warm.

But I’m back. And I love you for being here for me, those of you who haven’t given up on me. I love you in a way that my 16-year old self most definitely did NOT love Mrs. Newman, my thick-rimmed glasses-wearing chemistry teacher. I didn’t appreciate her upon my return. But I appreciate you. And I want to talk.

So what shall we talk about today?

Should we talk about how 400,000+ pounds of beef were recently recalled, because the meat was tainted with E. coli and sickened a bunch of kids? Or how we can thank modern feedlots for E. Coli, as you may recall from a previous post? Or how E. coli and other foodborne pathogens are now common enough that this attorney is now dedicated to tracking them and providing E. coli legal services? Recalled feedlot meat. Hmm. Should we talk about that?

Nah, too depressing.

Should we talk about how a bunch of University of Maryland students recently sold a jar of congealed food grease on eBay? And how the highest bidder, who paid $305 for the jar, decided he didn’t want it? (shocking, I know. I mean, who WOULDN’T want grease leftover from a year’s worth of crummy college meals?) And how the students are now selling all kinds of grease jar-related items online, and are even looking for a Grease Girl?

Nah, too disgusting.

While we’re on the subject of gross fat, how about we talk about the fact that human butt fat is now a source of biofuel? (and was recently named the most creative source of biofuel by Grist Magazine’s Earth Day list of the year’s goodies, oddities and inanities).

No way. Butt fat is just far too disturbing.

Should we talk about the fact that I was nominated for best food blogger, as you might see from the link on the upper right hand corner of this site. Although I’ll never beat out most of those vegan-heads that are ahead of me (vegans: I respect them. I do. Even if they do sometimes seem a little cultish), I do live in fear of sliding to the very last page of nominated blogs and having everyone laugh at me. As I recently told a friend; I don’t need to be the most popular girl at the dance, but I don’t want to be the smelly girl with headgear braces, either…all of which is a long-winded way of saying that I’d really, really love it if you voted for me. You can vote for others, too; one guy who voted for me voted for 587 other people, as well. So, you know, I guess we can talk about your vote, and how I’d really love it.

Nah, too self-serving.

It’s warm outside, and I’m feeling lighthearted, in a skip-school-and-skinny-dip sort of way. So how about we talk about something funny? Yeah, let’s talk about something that makes us laugh. Like rBGH.

Oh, I’m sorry; you did not realize it was funny? Last week, when I talked on and on about its impact on antibiotic resistance, its possible health impacts, and all the corporate bullying that’s behind it? You failed to see the humor? Ah. That’s because I’m not Stephen Colbert. If I were Stephen Colbert, you would find rBGH very funny. I promise you. Don’t believe me? Then you should check out Colbert’s mock news story on rBGH. After viewing, rBGH might just seem hilarious.

Unless, of course, you don’t like rBGH compared to the Lord (yes, THE Lord), even in an over-the-top, ridculous sort of way. In which case, you should probably skip this. Because you won’t find it funny AT ALL.

That’s it for now. I promise not to spend too much time skinny dipping over the next few days. Because I really do like you better than I liked my 11th-grade chemistry class.

Check back soon; next up is some darned good grilling with the naked, hefty-breasted, Iceland-bound woman behind one of my favorite blogs. Except she wasn’t really naked. Or maybe she was. You’ll just have to wait and see.

Roasted everything (including dessert)

Perhaps one day, your cooktop will catch fire. Not a real fire, the kind with leaping flames that singes your eyebrows off, but simply a smoke-filled kitchen that smells horrid for days. Perhaps you will not be able to cook anything on a stovetop for weeks. I hope this does not happen, but perhaps it will. Someday. Perhaps then, you will start the long and involved process of selecting another cooktop, and will become rapidly overwhelmed by all the choices (Glass top? Stainless? Built in downdraft? Is there such a thing as an earth-friendly appliance? And is it finally time to reconsider those 20-year old counters, now that there will be a huge gaping hole in the countertop anyway?).

During this time, this time of decisions you seem incapable of making, you will not cook anything that requires boiled water, or sauteed onions, or pan-heated oil. You will not cook much of anything. You will heat up many an Amy’s-brand frozen enchilada. You will make a few Crockpot mistakes (pearl barley, greenbeans, and mushroom soup left to simmer all day? Inedible to all but the most clueless baby).

During this time, you may wonder just how bad it would really be to try a different burner than the one that made the cooktop catch fire. You will turn on this other burner, and there will be a loud, popping explosion that makes you want to pee yourself. Do not attempt this again.

(inexplicably, during this time, you may also begin speaking in the second person. Don’t worry; this, too, will pass).

When you get sick of the frozen meals and the inedible Crockpot dinners, you may attempt an all-roasted dinner. It might look something like this, or at least a less-blurry version of this:

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There is nothing particularly worth noting in this meal— just beans, potatoes and pork chops (yes, you will temporarily overcome your porkophobia on this night). You use the same recipe for all: put a little olive oil on, shake a little spice, and heat at around 375 degrees, until everything gets soft and you no longer fear trichinosis.

But the highlight of this roasted dinner will be the dessert. Because, it turns out, you can roast a dessert, too. You can roast rhubarb, the first of the local foods to appear in the store.

Rhubarb looks like this when you buy it:

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The recipe you try will come from the Simply in Season cookbook. Here it is:

1 lb rhubarb, chopped
Half cup sugar
Quarter cup orange juice (or lemon)
2 Tablespoon chopped ginger (I used fresh; can also use candied)
1 teaspoon orange peel (or lemon)

Combine in baking pan, in an even layer, so it looks like this:

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Place in a 450 degree oven for about 25 minutes, until rhubarb is soft, but still holds its shape. Simply in Season says to serve warm with ice cream or yogurt; not having these things, you might just eat it as it is.

You might love it, this rhubarb-orange-ginger combination. If you like a dessert with a little tartness and a little unexpected spice, you might just love it, even without the ice cream.

(your five year old? She might not like it. She might not like it so much at all, at least not without the ice cream. But you? You just might).

Here is what it looks like when complete:

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Go. See if your store, or your neighbor’s garden, carries rhubarb. Because you might just be able to cook it. And you might just like it after all.

The cost of eating well

Two things have happened recently that got me thinking about the cost of good food. First: one of the people with whom we spent Easter — a disabled, recovering-from-a-bad-divorce church member — told me that she no longer buys fruits or vegetables, because she can’t afford them. Thirty nine cent boxes of mac and cheese? Nutritionally-depleted processed, sugary cereal? These things she can afford. But fresh produce that can help make her healthy? No.

Second was this lovely, sad post from my buddy, Jenn, about how hard it is to fit healthful eating, or even turkey bacon, into their household budget.

Neither of these folks is alone. Many people in the U.S. can’t meet their living expenses, let alone a bag of pesticide-free grapes, or heaps of local vegetables from their Saturday morning farmer’s market.

Which points to something that has been bothering me for a while: the growing food gap between the haves and have-nots (or even the have-somes-but-not-that-much). On one side, we’ve got the Whole Foods shoppers, the farmers’ market browsers, the label-reading, CSA-joining rBGH-free, anti-industrial types. These people talk passionately about voting with their forks, and — like the good folks over at the Ethicurean — remind us why they’re willing to pay more for the food they eat.

(a brief note about why this food costs more: because sustainably-grown foods don’t have external, or “hidden” costs. No antibiotic resistance. No crop subsidies. No environmental damage that will get paid for years down the road. No $300 billion to spend on obesity from all the high fructose corn syrup. No subsidized oil. No ecological dead zones from 100,000+ cows’ manure all flowing downstream in one place. These are all hidden costs that make industrial agriculture seem cheap in the short-run).

And it’s true — there are lots of us who could spend more on better food, but instead devote their household budgets to a bigger home, or gourmet kitchens, or their nice big car, or new clothes from the Gap. But, the thing is, there are also lots of folks who want better food, but for whom paying more for their food in the short run simply isn’t an option, no matter how they reshuffle their budgets. Organic milk? Out of the question. A CSA? No way — they might love to join, but they simply can’t pull together the $500 membership fee. The fact is, Whole Foods is a whole lot more expensive than Wal-Mart in the short run.

Now, I could go on ad nauseum (I have before, and I will again) about our agricultural subsidy program, and how it favors commodity growers and how that impacts the affordability of quality food. I won’t do that here, because for MANY, MANY YEARS, every time someone mentioned agricultural subsidies, I was like “yeah, yeah, whatever,” and as they talked, my mind would wander and I’d think about things like whether Jennifer Aniston and Jim Carrey might make a nice couple, or when was the last time I’d scrubbed my toilet, or, hey, is that the smell of MY underarms or could that be someone else?

But the truth is, our agricultural policy has everything to do with the quality of the food we eat, and the affordability of good food. We spend most of our agricultural resources supporting things like surplus corn from large-scale farmers, which encourages processing and factory farming. Our agricultural policy chooses to support these commodity farmers, instead of subsidizing small farms that could grow whole foods for their community. We make high fructose corn syrup cheap, but leave things like kale and tomatoes and leeks and lettuce something that only the most fortunate can afford.

Anyhow, it worries me that all of this “voting with our forks” will leave many folks in the dust, and we’ll wind up — permanently — with two classes of eaters. While one household will cook up an organic egg from a pastured chicken in their Le Creuset enameled pan lovingly coated with first cold-pressed extra virgin olive oil, there will be twenty times that many eaters who are stuck with boxed, processed, MSG-and high fructose corn syrup-laden Dinty Moore specials.

This is why Christopher Cook reminds us that voting with our forks is not enough. It’s a start, but it’s simply not enough. Cook reminds us that policy change is within our grasp.

There are other things we can do, as well. We can use and support groups like Serve New England, which provides anyone — regardless of income, low-or-high, access to groceries at substantially reduced fees, in exchange for 2 hours of service a month. I love the idea of this group; they encourage a better world, and they allow people to eat more healthfully. The food isn’t part of my utopian, anti-industrial vision of eating, but it goes a long way toward making fruits and vegetables more affordable. (this group is worth supporting, folks. You can even donate your car).

We can enourage our health insurance providers to reimburse for CSA memberships, the way they reimburse for gym memberships. It’s not unheard of. There are already providers who are doing this. Go ahead; call your insurance provider. Have your friends do the same. Then call back in a week. Then in another week.

We can help make sure that our CSA, or our farmers’ markets, accept WIC payments, and that food gets distributed in places where people of limited means can access them. We can support community gardens. We can donate healthful foods to food pantries (along with easy recipes, cooking pots, and measuring instruments).

There are all kinds of things that we can do. But one thing seems certain to me: they all require a sense our being in this together. Because voting with our forks isn’t a possiblity for everyone. But actually changing our food system for the better? We can all do that…better still, we’ll all benefit from that.

What to Eat (get the paperback and you’ll know)

Marion Nestle’s great book, What to Eat, comes out in paperback next week.

If you like this blog — if you like what I tell you about your foods, about the stories behind your foods — then you will love this book. Because Marion explains so much about the foods in your grocery cart that it puts anything I do here to shame. The woman knows a lot. Not surprising, since she’s got so darned many credentials.

(Marion? Seriously. You may never have visited this site before, but still: I consider you an original and lifetime member of the Cleaner Plate Club. Stop on by and I’ll teach you the top-secret handshake).

The book is somewhere between a non-fiction good read and a reference book. You might pick it up to find the answer to a simple question (what’s an omega-3 egg and is it really worth the price?), and then find yourself reading well beyond that answer, simply because you’re learning just so darned much about how the food industry works.

Here’s a description of the book from her web site:

Consider that today’s supermarket is ground zero for the food industry, a place where the giants of agribusiness compete for your purchases with profits—not health or nutrition—in mind. This book takes you on a guided tour of the supermarket…along the way, it tells you just what you need to know about such matters as fresh and frozen, wild and farm-raised, organic and “natural,” and omega-3 and trans fats. It decodes food labels, nutrition and health claims, and portion sizes, and shows you how to balance decisions about food on the basis of freshness, taste, nutrition, and health, but also social and environmental issues and, of course, price.

I’ve got the hardback, and I reference it often.

Want to get a sense of where she’s coming from before you invest the $10.88? Here’s a Frontline interview with Marion. Here’s another good one from Salon. Does everyone love her? No way. Check out this review for a detractor’s perspective (from a guy who, amazingly, doesn’t believe that rates of obesity and overweight in America are skyrocketing. He must not have eyes, is my guess. Poor, sad fella’).

I noticed three problems with the book: (1) (not her fault) - the whole mercury-in-fish-not-so-bad-as-feared study came out after she wrote the book, and so her warnings against seafood might be a little dated; (2) an offhand comment mentions that there are antibiotic residues in milk from rBGH-treated cows (which I’m pretty sure from my reading isn’t true- update to understandably confused readers: the problem with antibiotics and rBGH is not that the antibiotics get directly into the milk— rather, that the cows get mastitis and are treated with antibiotics they might not otherwise need, thereby greatly increasing the risk of antibiotic-resistant pathogens); (3) she talks lots about saturated fats and omega 3s, but doesn’t give much attention to omega-6-to-omega-3 ratios in grass-fed vs. corn-fed livestock (do you all know about that? About how not all red meats are the same? Or might that be a subject for a future post?)

Those things aside, it’s a terrific guide to your supermarket, and it will help you eat smarter, and better, even if that poor, eyeless reviewer doesn’t agree.

(I don’t have an affilate Amazon deal, so I get no money from your ordering it, so you know I’m being downright honest when I recommend that you buy it).

Lookee here at Marion herself, guru of all things nutrition: (I wanted to put a picture of me reading her book, but they’ve changed to cover for the paperback edition, and I thought I’d just confuse you all).

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