Archive for 2015

Eat any rocks lately? Crunch on any stones, munch a bowl of pebbles? (other than Fruity or Coco) No? Probably ’cause we don’t really eat rocks…we aren’t birds, with their gizzards or crops, and we don’t need to eat rocks like they do. ‘Cept salt, of course, the only “rock” that we eat. We can’t survive without that rock, thank god, because food without salt tastes like…rocks. Or maybe air. 

But sometimes stones, rocks, pebbles, they sneak in. They find their way into our food, our bodies, our beings, and not in good ways. Not in healthy mineral-rich ways, more like in majorly disruptive ways. Stupid rocks. Always getting in way, messing up my plans…Intrigued?Listen to today’s show to find out what happened when I ignored the stony signs.

Now that I’m teaching at a much smaller school, I like to call it a one-room schoolhouse, Like Laura Ingalls attended back on the prairie (I haven’t mentioned Laura in a good while, I’m sure their old family homesteads across the Midwest are now buried under Wal-Marts or are fields of GMO Monsanto soybeans and corn) Anyway, now that I have smaller classes and therefore a bigger pulpit, I can preach the gospel of Food vs Foodiness™ and eating real as much as I want. I also have no administrators lurking around, potentially censoring me. (that never really happened, they just wanted asses in seats, as long as the chairs were filled and the tuition checks paid, I could have told my students that eggs came from horses and chickens were designed by jesus to feed on marshmallow peeps and they’d have been fine with it). So now, the people who come to take classes with me get a good heapin’ helping of not just Food v Foodiness, but also just plain ol’ “eating real” preaching. And that’s fine, because that’s why they’re there, and they’re all really receptive and I feel like I’m doing the lord’s work. The lord being me, of course.

But sometimes we also do private parties at our little school, and so you get a mix of people who’ve merely been invited by a host, and aren’t there by their own choice or volition. And this happened to me last week, when we had a very nice family come to have a group class as their annual family party/holiday outing.

There were a family group of 9; a dad, a mom a grandma and then a bunch of adult kids and cousins. They weren’t city folk. Suburban, from New Jersey, but nice. The dad had set it all up, and he was excited about it, the rest of them seemed a little confused as to why they were there, what they were supposed to be doing, etc. The kids kept looking at their phones, of course. But I did my best to make it fun and comfortable, I can be quite hospitable you know, I’m not the monster I make myself out to be sometimes. So we were cooking, all was going well, they were drinking their wine. This crew showed up with 3 giant bottles of Barefoot brand pink zinfandel. Like we were at a sorority party or something. You know those giant bottles that are like $8.99? those. Ok, so first of all, I’m not really a wine snob, I drink cheap wine too, but like $12 Tempranillos from Spain, not a gallon jug of Barefoot brand pink wine. Like a teenager. There’s a difference. I’m merely pointing out that it doesn’t get more industrialized, commercialized and Matrixy-Foodiness, than a brand-name pink wine. I mean you may as well just be drinking Mountain Dew at that point.

Well, I’m sure you can imagine how well it all went after that, but you’ll just have to tune in to this episode to hear the truth. Let me just tease you with one little tidbit from the evening, it had to do with Cotton Candy Lattes. Enough said. Carry on.

On today’s brand-new show, the first of the year, we get Fresh and Clean in 2015! In fact, that’s our new motto down here in the newly refurnished Foodiness™ Fallout Shelter. The twins, Lexi and Hampton (remember them?) were home from liberal progressive boarding school (read; work camp) so we gave the place a total makeover during the break, conveniently using the their tiny hands to do all the labor, for free! Love those guys…big kiss!

Anyway, the place looks great, and the overhaul frees up my mind to focus on important stuff, like food, Foodiness™, and FRESHNESS. I think it’s time for a New Year’s “resolutionary” approach to eating. Not for me, I’m just fine, but for, you know…them. The frozen pre-cooked pancakes peeps, the hemp-chia-soymilk-protein bar ladies, the blue yogurt in a tube folks…all that stuff is…well, not so fresh. It’s not so…food, either.

And while I did buy frozen ducks from Costco for Christmukkah, as opposed to the live/freshly killed ones I was implored to buy (not at Costco) by a nice Muslim man on line, I try to keep it fresh and real. It’s my job, and I take it seriously.

So tune in today at 1:00 or later tonight to listen to episode #118! On Heritage Radio Network, or on LetsGetRealshow.com, and as they say at that sh*thole, Subway, EAT FRESH!