We didn't care. I know it sounds horrible, but mom and dad both worked in factories and put in long hours. They just bought whatever they thought we would eat.
I never did before. I'm starting to do it though. It helps with any junk food cravings I get. I picture myself eating a cheeto (and free staring at me like I just ran over her puppy ) and imagine all the nasty transfats & processed mush running all through my body.
If you've ever seen What the bleep do we know, the little blobby things are how I see junk in my body. Or Flubber. Little jello-looking nasties running in and out of my cells.
Abi, that really helps my kids, they aren't afraid of food, but they know that if THEY can't pronounce whats in it, mommy won't buy it.
When I cook and they ask what's for dinner, I'll name all the ingredients of a dish, down to the spices. Teachable moments!
We used to have a nice bison ranch maybe 45 minutes from my house. I don't know what happened, but they aren't there anymore. I went on a FFA field trip as a teenager.
I'm not a critter hugger, or whatever the derogatory term for an animal lover is supposed to be. My pets are potential backup food. I love them, but still. I say that so you will know where I am coming from in saying I cried watching Food, Inc. The animals being drug in & shoved with forklifts, the pigs freaking out... There is no cause in treating animals like objects for our fulfillment.
What is it Joel says? Happy pigs are healthy pigs are tasty pigs? Something along those lines? Maybe I made that up. Either way, its true.
Food should not be treated like dirt. Heck we shouldn't treat dirt the way some of these animals are being treated.
And of course, if we didn't treat them like this, and were sensible about food prep & safety, there wouldn't be ANY need for any of our meat to be sprayed with chemicals so it won't make us sick.
I have a friend who wrote an intersting book called "Twinkies Deconstructed by Steve Ettlinger". You want a cool ride on what is in our food then read this book.