Here is “Yours Truly” ↑ anticipating a favorite meal at our nearby Lumber Inn, located in the City of Delafield: roast pork, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and gravy washed down with iced tea. There was a time I’d have added caramel apple pie with a streusel crust and ice cream to the above feast, but I can no longer handle that much food in one sitting. The pie and ice cream would be a meal in itself.
My husband and I were raised on REAL FOOD. Our mothers fed us the way I fed our children, with the nutritional food groups represented in most of our meals—followed by dessert for extra “quality of life”. Now, although I love an occasional foray into ethnic cuisines, I still love old-fashioned American farm style food most of all.
I have total sympathy and understanding for those whose health issues require dietary restrictions. Joe is diabetic, so we carefully balance our carbohydrates. But that doesn’t mean Joe has to cease enjoying treats. He’s had more flack over the years from low blood sugar than from high, so his nightly dish of ice cream is a good safeguard against hypoglycemia.
Excessive roughage in the form of grainy, chewy breads and an overdose of raw vegies will make me ill for several days. In contrast to current food fads, I must eat a good share of cooked, even refined foods. Raw fruits agree with me in any quantity, while raw veggies must be consumed with extreme caution. Fortunately, the above plate of roast pork (a senior portion!) comforts both my body and soul!
Every individual is different! That is why I get a little “testy” when I hear the frequent diatribes about food. I do not go around preaching that everyone should eat roast lamb, beef, and pork—even though these meats are the kindest and most palatable of foods to me. Therefore I have great difficulty listening to all the trendy propoganda about the glories of white chicken. My chicken soup may be the world’s best—but when it come to solid meat on my plate I prefer to stare down a lamb chop, beef tenderloin, or a bit of the piggy.
The issue is not so much what we eat, but rather how much! Reasonable eating helped to keep my parents on planet earth for a long time—93 years for my mom, and 102 for my dad. Of course genes played a major role as well. Most of us can ignore the ever-fluctuating food fads, and thrive on down-to-earth REAL FOOD in moderation! As the old saying goes, “Call me anything, but please don’t call me ‘late for dinner’ “!
Margaret L. Been, ©2011