Let’s see….you push this button, right? And then that one. Whoa, that’s a big……that’s not where I meant to go. Okay, press this link, and then that one….so far so good….ahhhh. Here we are. At Chicken’s House. Would you believe I was abducted by aliens? And then went on a river cruise? And then delivered the royal baby and built her brother a tree house, then consulted with The Donald on obtaining the milennial vote….
Anyways, it’s been exhausting.
Say. You’re looking good. No, I mean it. I do. You’ve lost weight? New haircut? It’s very flattering.
I’m here because I’m annoyed. I know that’s not very nice, perhaps, after several months of no show, no call behavior, but I am what I am, and what I am is annoyed.
I’ve been trying to be all healthy, see, only eating whole foods, exercising, getting enough sleep, etc. One of the foods I’ve come to rely on is nuts. Nuts are high in protein, right? They have “good fat”. They aren’t really filling when a serving is less than a handful, but I’m told they are filling, so I’m patiently waiting for that to happen.
Today, after a long day without a lot of food, I came home hungry and reached for the nuts. Then I absent mindedly read the label. Planter’s Peanuts, I’m disappointed in you. I thought you were wholesome. I thought I was eating heart healthy dry roasted goodness.
I am, but I’m also eating wheat, gelatin, sugar, yeast, cornstarch, corn syrup and some kind of chemical that I can’t type here because I can’t find my good glasses and I can’t quite make out the spelling. Damn. I swear, they look just like peanuts. I be bumming. But at least Planters is required to list the ingredients in its product. At least I can make an informed decision as to whether I want this product inside my body. I call that fair enough. Buyer beware, right?
What’s not fair is genetically altering foods and not having to be honest about it. This week, HR 1599 passed the house. This means that companies like Monsanto will not have to label their products that contain GMOs. You won’t know exactly what you are eating. It still has to get through the Senate, so maybe there’s still hope.
It’s getting to the point where we all should be eating as little as possible or growing our own food. I hate to be the yuppie-throwback-Whole Foods-shopping-food-snob in this circle, but I just want to know what the hell I’m putting in my (and my child’s) body and what’s more, I think it’s my right to know. I don’t believe companies should just be able to do whatever they want with food. I do believe that what they do should be transparent. I do believe that good food should be affordable and available to everyone. I don’t feel the least bit sorry for McDonalds. I cringe to think of the things I’ve eaten there, the meals I’ve fed my kids from there. And not to pick on McDonald’s because they are not the only ones. I’m looking at you, Burger King. Wendy’s. Yeah, even you SubWay. Biggest Loser my Ass. Your food is gross. And not healthy. And you shouldn’t be trying to pretend it is.
Have you heard of obesogens, by the way? They are just as nasty as they sound.
Oh God, I have to go to bed now. I’ve gone too far and now I’m agitated.
But it was great being here again. I enjoyed our little visit. I hope next week I’ll be back to writing about socks that talk and leaving the politics way back on the shelf in the back of my mind. I’m sorry for my outburst. You really do look great.
My wayward son.