sumi
Rest in Peace 1980-2020
When my son was a baby I started reading labels on food and boy, was that an eye opener? I cannot believe the stuff we buy and ingest, thinking we're doing the right thing and eating "healthy".
Let's start with fruit juice. Yesterday I went to the supermarket and looked through the juice selection on offer. First I see 40% and 50 % fruit juice, I skipped those and looked for 100%. That produced 2 options. Only 2... I picked one bottle and looked at the label for the ingredients list. The first thing I see is "water", I didn't bother reading further. The second bottle of mixed fruit juice amazingly consists of JUICE from actual fruit! Out of all the options available there was 1 that was what it promised to be on the label: fruit juice. It makes buying a juicer and making my own juice at home seem like a very good idea.
Today we went into town again and I felt hungry so DH bought me a "pepper steak" pie. I didn't detect even a hint of pepper and half the filling was soya chunks... I ate it, but it wasn't a very enjoyable experience. And that pie was not cheap either...
Vegetables and fruit. Have you ever eaten a mandarin orange that tasted of absolutely nothing? It was like eating uniquely packaged water... I wonder what the nutrient value was? Green bananas that goes off within a day of us removing them from their carefully maintained environment in the supermarket. Tasteless sweet potatoes, watery potatoes... I can go on all day.
Eggs. After eating eggs from my own free ranged hens for a few years I cracked a battery egg into a frying pan, looked at the watery white and the half-hearted pale yellow yolk and my heart when out to the poor hen who did her best to produce that.
Red meat dyed with artificial colouring to make it look fresh? Pass. And chicken? I burst out laughing in the shop when I saw the label proudly telling me the chicken chunks comes with "special marinade" of brine, to keep the meat juicy and tender. Which is their response to the government forcing them to admit that bag contains 70% chicken and 30% brine and you pay dearly for both. I'm glad I stopped eating chicken meat.
Milk that is so watered down, I cannot believe they have the audacity to still call it "milk". I've tasted the real deal, straight from the cow. When I pour milk into my coffee and I have to fill half the cup with milk to get it to the required milky state, I dream of my own cow...
The pleasure of having REAL, undiluted food to eat must be one of the biggest plusses of self-sufficiency. I'm hoping life will send me to my own place soon, where I can grow my own fruit and veg, keep a goat or two and as many chickens as my heart desires. So I can raise my son on healthy, real food.
Let's start with fruit juice. Yesterday I went to the supermarket and looked through the juice selection on offer. First I see 40% and 50 % fruit juice, I skipped those and looked for 100%. That produced 2 options. Only 2... I picked one bottle and looked at the label for the ingredients list. The first thing I see is "water", I didn't bother reading further. The second bottle of mixed fruit juice amazingly consists of JUICE from actual fruit! Out of all the options available there was 1 that was what it promised to be on the label: fruit juice. It makes buying a juicer and making my own juice at home seem like a very good idea.
Today we went into town again and I felt hungry so DH bought me a "pepper steak" pie. I didn't detect even a hint of pepper and half the filling was soya chunks... I ate it, but it wasn't a very enjoyable experience. And that pie was not cheap either...
Vegetables and fruit. Have you ever eaten a mandarin orange that tasted of absolutely nothing? It was like eating uniquely packaged water... I wonder what the nutrient value was? Green bananas that goes off within a day of us removing them from their carefully maintained environment in the supermarket. Tasteless sweet potatoes, watery potatoes... I can go on all day.
Eggs. After eating eggs from my own free ranged hens for a few years I cracked a battery egg into a frying pan, looked at the watery white and the half-hearted pale yellow yolk and my heart when out to the poor hen who did her best to produce that.
Red meat dyed with artificial colouring to make it look fresh? Pass. And chicken? I burst out laughing in the shop when I saw the label proudly telling me the chicken chunks comes with "special marinade" of brine, to keep the meat juicy and tender. Which is their response to the government forcing them to admit that bag contains 70% chicken and 30% brine and you pay dearly for both. I'm glad I stopped eating chicken meat.
Milk that is so watered down, I cannot believe they have the audacity to still call it "milk". I've tasted the real deal, straight from the cow. When I pour milk into my coffee and I have to fill half the cup with milk to get it to the required milky state, I dream of my own cow...
The pleasure of having REAL, undiluted food to eat must be one of the biggest plusses of self-sufficiency. I'm hoping life will send me to my own place soon, where I can grow my own fruit and veg, keep a goat or two and as many chickens as my heart desires. So I can raise my son on healthy, real food.