But first, because I know this issue must be forefront in your mind.
We celebrated Valentine's day with drive-thru Dairy Queen blizzards on the way home. Sunday we went back up with Munch and Wow.
Wow and I spent the morning in the lodge, eating cheese sticks and watching Munch ski the slope outside our window.
Truthfully, my first reaction to this
If you read any blog about motherhood, the issue of food and the overwhelming prospect of feeding offspring comes up a lot. I try not to write about it too much because, and I am just being honest here, I don't find reading about other people's food that interesting. I'm not that into food blogs and have never once followed a recipe I saw on a blog or been inspired to feed myself or my children differently because of a posting. And if you tell me you are a "food person" I will smile politely and immediately think less of you. Again, honesty.
This is not to say we don't dedicate an exhausting quantity of intellectual and financial resources towards the recurring, gaping question What Are We Making For Dinner Tonight? because, although I don't want to spend a huge amount of time making dinner, it's important to me that my children eat home cooked food. (for context, please recall I've also referenced Dairy Queen in this post) I remember as a medical student interviewing a patient with roaring diabetes. He was in his forties, morbidly obese, and running a Hgb A1C in the low teens (for you non medical people think VERY BAD). We were in the endocrinology clinic and I was seeing him for his routine DM check up. I didn't know where to start, so opened with the question "So. What's your vice? Why do you think your sugars are so high?". He thought for a minute and replied that he really liked candy bars and averaged one a day.
Now a candy bar a day is probably not great for general health, but it's not going to make most of us into a morbidly obese diabetic. I gently suggested that this was not likely the reason for his current situation and, after a few more minutes of questioning, he shared that he ate 90% of his meals from AM/PM.
It was definitely one of those "aaahhh" moments for me, not just for understanding this patient better, but for understanding the enormity of the problem that faces health care in this county and the coming generation that doesn't know how to, or value, home cooked food. Because the truth is you can't control your blood sugar (or lose weight or prevent advancing atherosclerosis) when 90% of your meals come from a convenience store. But he blamed the candy bar.
It's also a daunting problem to try to fix. I've tried telling patients with heart failure that they can't eat anything from a box or a can, only to have the resultant expression of incredulity convey that I might as well advise they eat nothing but stardust and sunray.
This patient didn't have a wife and came from culture where men don't cook. His was a problem for which all the insulin in the world was not going to help. You have to cook your food. It doesn't have to be fancy, but you should be doing it yourself. It's something I hope my children learn by watching us prioritize it for our family.
I miss the CSA we had in Davis. It arrived in a sticky, beat-up box that we were expected to return empty the following week. Because so many of our neighbors subscribed to the same farm, it delivered the boxes to our neighbor's carport, where they had erected a large shelf specifically to receive the boxes, distribute them to the neighbors, and collect the previous week's empty boxes. In truth we became tired of winter greens and squash, but got in the habit of chopping everything up and roast it together. We all ate a lot more vegetables, albeit with what I will euphemistically refer to as "coaxing". We wanted to find a similar CSA here and subscribed to one based on a friend's recommendation. The one we subscribe to here isn't farm based and feels more a like an organic delivery service than a true CSA. But it keeps us eating vegetables.
Feel free to interject But wait. You just knocked food bloggers and now you are blogging about food.
True. Consider it my snarky b way of saying it's important. Not just what we feed our children, but how we do it. And I've been thinking about it a lot.
So, without further ado, I present my blogging recipe debut (that rhymes if you say it aloud, and I do encourage all of you to read my drivel aloud)
weekday vegetable bubble and squeak
1. get out a large cast iron oven (or, like whatever you cook in)
2. heat up some olive oil on low temperature
3. chop up an onion
4. or two onions. yeah, make it two
5. rummage around for some vegetables. cut those up too
6. put it all together in the pot
8. pepper? cardamon? cinnamon? go nuts
9. what's in the freezer? FROZEN PEAS! Yes. Put those in too
10. veggie broth
14. I am now bored with my own recipe
16. left over rice? couscous? quinoa? lentils? whatever will absorb some of the broth
17. cheese. we eat a lot of cheese. grate it on top? serve on the side? your choice
18. bread. we also eat a lot of bread. it taste good with cheese. And olive oil
Serve it to your kids, sit down, and eat with them. If you aren't yelling by the end of the meal, you didn't do it right.
I've now run out of time, which is too bad because I haven't actually gotten to what it is that's been keeping us so busy. For future posts (1) LD joined a squash league (2) I've been running with Tia's friends (3) Kindergarten. Holy hell, what are we going to do about kindergarten.