My oldest girl announced something out of nowhere at the dining room table last week. We were roughly 75 percent of the way through her current favorite home-cooked meal, Orange Chicken when she made her proclamation, as casual as anything. Pass the rice. My sock has a hole in it. "I don't want to eat animals any more."
Both Liz Taylor and I have watched as our weight on occasion has tipped the scale. I think we also share the pattern of getting serious and dieting for awhile, and I'm sure we both nodded with great enthusiasm when people spouted pearls like 'It's not a diet! It's a lifestyle change!' It's a lifestyle change alright, but just a brief one for me and Liz.
We are raising a generation of children who can use their parents' iPhones but not peel a carrot. And who prefer to quickly squeeze applesauce into their mouths through a pouch versus actually biting into and chewing a crisp apple. Food, which should activate and excite all of the senses, has become as flat and one dimensional as a pretzel.
Starting on November 1, everyone who food stamps will be getting less. Families of two, like mine, will get $20 less. My husband and I took what we called the SNAPcut Challenge to see what the cut will be like and to see if my thrifty cooking skills could help others make the transition with less suffering.