Food companies preyed on the mothers of that time, telling them that they, the food companies, knew food.
They had scientists, and nutritionists, and were making food not only convenient for mothers who didn’t want to be stuck in the kitchen all day, but that it was good for us too.
In our home we had four basic food groups: Canned. Frozen. Processed/Enriched. Fast. The tip of the pyramid was “real” food. We rarely ate it as it had been labeled difficult and time consuming.
So, our pineapples were packed in syrup and not all that good. Green beans were more “greenish” than green. Our fish came in sticks, and we could go out to eat without ever getting out of the car.
This was a revolution.
It also led to the decline in life expectancy. We are raising a generation that will die sooner than their parents.
Until earlier this year, I was fine spending the bulk of our food budget on crap. It was easy, the kids didn’t complain.
I felt horrible, but hey, I’m old.
But I wasn’t old. I just felt that way.
I began the process of converting our whole diet to whole foods. We are far from perfect, but every meal I prepare, fills me up in ways that just food cannot.
When I prepare a meal that is to be shared with loved ones and am mindful about the process, it is the best thing in the world. I have eaten things this year that I “hated” all my life. Turns out the processing killed a lot of what I loved about food.
When it comes to real food. The color of real food is amazing. The aroma is amazing. The taste is divine.
What changes have you made in your cooking/diet since you were a child?
How do you incorporate whole foods into your diet?
About the Author: Annie lives on the third coast, in south Texas with her ever patient husband and many small children who are all finally in school. She writes the blog annieology which is the 16th funniest blog on the planet, (results based on a contest that was in no way, shape or form “scientific”). Annie recently finished her first half marathon and is addicted. When she grows up she wants to live on a farm and eat dirty carrots.