So yesterday we started chopping! Large dice, medium dice, small dice, batonette, julienne, fine julienne, brunoise - you name it, I made it. All afternoon. Slicing and dicing up "mirepoix" for soup (aka aromatics, aka the trinity) - a 2:1:1 ratio of onions, celery, and carrots, respectively, which is considered the base for many stocks, soups, and sauces. Not exciting enough to take pictures (they'll come soon enough), but obviously a necessary step in the process.
Today, though, we covered nutrition. And we actually had a few pretty interesting conversations, specifically on different types of fats. Now, many people know what Omega 3 fatty acids are (an essential fatty acid that should be incorporated into your diet to promote better health), but have you heard of Omega 6 and 9? Perhaps you have and I have been completely oblivious, but if you have not then, in short, Omega 6s are bad for you and Omega 9s are good for you. Americans pre-1970s had 1:5 ratio of Omega 3s to Omega 6s in their bodies. 1970s roll around, Nixon is elected, and Earl Butz is appointed his Secretary of Agriculture (you can look him up if you're interested in his background). Now there are a lot of politics in this, but basically this is the time frame when corn and soy based products began being promoted in the country as healthy (i.e. corn and soybean oil) primarily because they were extremely cheap to make. Throughout the 70s-90s America's consumption of corn oil, high fructose corn syrup, and the like (including animals being fed a corn diet), skyrocketed ... and the ratio of Omega 3s to Omega 6s in people's diets changed to a 1:25 ratio. In the last decade, the American ratio has since become 1:250 (enter the numerous brands of Omega 3 pills you can find at any grocery store or pharmacy). So the overall lesson? Read your labels (Splenda's closest chemical cousin is DDT - a pesticide), and eat olive oil (an Omega 9) and grass fed animals (because you are what you eat!). And to satisfy your sweet cravings, Mars actually has some of the better candies on the market. Why do you think islands in Italy and Greece are blue zones?
Lastly, before I sign off I would like to address some feedback I received about adulterated food, specifically from my Grandma Marisa (who was flattered to be featured in my first post). Below is the question she e-mailed:
What I was trying to say is that many restaurants buy their produce already fully ripened so they are able to use it immediately (also making it spoil more quickly). In addition to that, there is arguably a difference between food suitable to serve at a restaurant and in your own home. Using the word "adulterated" was just to make a point. Mushy bananas won't kill you, but they're also not the most appealing items to place atop a sundae."I understand that the restaurants don't hold the food more than 3 days, and I cook Monday for the whole week, that means 5 days, That I understand. I don't know why I am not poisoned already. So long."
Just some food for thought.

So weird -- I was in GNC picking up Triple Strength Omega 3 Fish Oil caplets earlier today. I must have felt your kharma!
ReplyDeleteLove your post -- makes you wonder what else the government might be pushing that may not be good for us...like healthcare ... oops...wrong blog! -- Anyway, it always seems to be about capitalism in the end.
Love you Cookie Girl!
I am so excited, the part about the onion, celery and carrot broth was so educational, and the omega 6 fatty acids, I'm generally going to abide by those rules in my life from now on.
ReplyDeleteI saw this ditty about food regulations and bans in the E.U. versus stateside. Thought it was relevant given your rundown about Nixon.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.divinecaroline.com/22177/94738-seven-food-products-banned-europe
Good stuff shorty..not sure what Omega's i eat but i bet the macaroni kills all of it anyway
ReplyDeleteGood stuff Erica, this is a great blog.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, Grandma was driving me to an interview the other day, and in waiting to park, this shmuck behind us kept honking. So, in what I can only imagine was Poppy possessing her, she gets out of the car and starts screaming "Is it okay for me to park here!?" Nevertheless, the man, realizing he was dealing with a psycho, let us park.
HA! You know Grandma reads the blog, but can't figure out how to comment?
ReplyDeleteThank you all of you for all the kind words :)