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LIVERight Awards 2009
Happenings
Written by Theresa   
Tuesday, 10 February 2009 19:00

When all the tasting was said and done and over 80 items graced my palate, myself and a panel of 4 other judges scored foods on behalf of the Canadian Liver Foundation.

The LIVERight awards are meant to acknowledge food producers for their efforts in bringing foods to the market that are healthy, convenient, and tasty.  The connection being that liver health is directly affected by obesity and overweight and that a liver diseased by fat looks exactly the same as that diseased by alcohol.  Children in our culture are showing up with fatty livers that look like an alcoholic liver.

Look, the liver gets no respect but it does more for your quality of life than your heart. Look after your liver.

The event was, you know, was an event so I don’t feel compelled to talk about that, it’s the process that interests me.  The difference between how adults and kids assess food is a metaphor for how adults and kids experience life.  My fellow adult judges were all cerebral and analytical.  The texture this and the nutrients that. The expectations were high and the personalities higher as we all jockeyed for input always ending with, “hey, you score, your way, I’ll score mine.”

For instance, for me, the nutrient value was paramount, I would put up with a bit of a different taste or texture if it meant that the nutritive value was higher. I wouldn’t compromise taste, mind you but it wasn’t enough to sway me. Others were more concerned about taste, their backgrounds being strictly in the chef vein, their tastebuds being their ruler. 

In the end, some good products won, some great products won, in a couple of categories, I felt that the best products did not win and the reasons muddy. 

Now, the kids tasting was all about impulse, their cerebral side left for math lesson. Twenty four Grade 3’s tasted 9 products and scored them using the same scale as the adults. But, kids, they are completely swayed by what they know and what they expect.  The tasted everything with an open heart and were ready for the next.  Keep in mind that none of the products were sugary treats, this being a disqualifying ingredient. All were healthy and ranged from straight up Salba seeds (and you already know how much I support Salba!) that some of the kids asked for seconds on and some found unable to swallow, to a squiggly fruit chew which looked like candy.

I was wildly surprised that they did not go for the licorice looking candy thingy that, while it was not sweetened with added sugar, was made from fruit juice and would cause a blood sugar spike nonetheless. It had the most “Halloween-y” treatness of all the entries and I in my discouraged, adult perspective thought was going to win.The winner, though, was a frozen Yogurt Snack bar made by YoPRO Treats inc. and the kids went wild for them. They tasted to me like a fudgesicle with whey powder stirred in which could be an acceptable treat given my decision to choose healthy over fantastic. But, I was surprised that the kids were so keenly gobbling them up at the end of an hour of other snacks! It proved to me only that kids like frozen things on sticks. I am not even sure that they care what is in those frozen things on sticks. Frozen things on sticks symbolize fun and summer and treats. If they have yogurt and protein in them, well, so much the better. Both parent and child do alright on this one, finally, good work YoPRO!  

 
Food Matters to Mark Bittman
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Written by Theresa   
Thursday, 22 January 2009 19:00

I am a New York Times junkie. Staying up late on Saturday nights is exciting just to hear the thump of the Sunday Times on my porch and knowing the blessed day of rest will be spent reading it. I follow the food trends there and check with Mark Bittman’s column “The Minimalist” on line to round out my readin’. Imagine my pleasure when Erica asked me if I’d be interested in hearing Mark speak about his new book “Food Matters” and perhaps interviewing him for fellow yummies!

In a packed room on the U of T Campus, I saw 200 or so, standing room only determined, folks. We were treated to an hour of CBC’s Matt Galloway lobbing a few questions at a self-deprecating, very humorous “home cook” Mark Bittman who is big on being vegan. He readily admits that he won’t go all the way any time soon and only practices vegan-ism until supper time each day but he does lay out the stats as to why we should all swing in that direction.  And a compelling argument it is…the cost to the planet and its resources to raise animal protein for our consumption is untenable, 40 calories of fossil fuel to produce 1 calorie of beef protein. Never mind the cost to our bodies of too much saturated fat and cholesterol.

Last night, Mark was “preaching to the choir” of converted vegetarians, vegans, flexi-tarians and environmentalists.  He wasn’t challenged on his views and was for the most part received warmly.  When asked about this his response was something like (shrug) I’ll deal with the people yelling at me when it happens, and if it happens, it will mean that we are reaching the mainstream and that’s a good thing. I couldn’t help but feel that we have the right guy at the front of this movement…well researched, well spoken, sensible and un-flappable.  Not at all the bearded hippie you’d expect. I have sent along my questions to Mark and will post them here as soon as he responds.

 
Mom, where does milk come from?
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Written by Theresa   
Tuesday, 21 August 2007 19:00

Few kids get to know where their food comes from.  We grow up in our urban world of supermarkets and drive thru windows. I am not sure I would take my youngster to an abattoir but given the chance to visit a dairy farm and an organic field of greens, I jumped!

Each year en route to our vacation spot on Lake Huron we try to take the Huron County Farm to Table tour. Gathering our groceries as we go, turning our schlep into our very own 100 mile diet by purchasing our food directly from the farmers. We stop for honey at the bee keepers’, sausages and bacon at the pork farm, eggs right out from under the chickens, beets, lettuces, potatoes and onions from da guy what grew ‘em.  It is a real lesson for J and sheer giddy joy for me.

On the way home, we like to catch a play at Stratford and crash at our friend, Geordie’s farm.  Luckily, Geordie is well loved by his great neighbors who welcomed us in this year.  We got to see how laborious the hand milking process is and how fascinating the machines used to do this are. 

As we tested the strength of the suction with our thumbs in the tubes I was surprised to discover that there was a pumping action.  Not just straight suck. Now, I can’t imagine why this surprized me, having pumped my own breast milk for almost a year.  I know that there is a gentle pulling and letting go that needs to happen.  I know that the milkee needs to be relaxed to let the milk come and a strong, mean suck would not make it happen any faster.  Nonetheless, I was surprized by the gentle, soft rubber cuff and its puff of pull on my thumb.

Bending under a one ton cow to actually apply this machine was another matter.  I wanted J to get a feel for it as well as figure it out myself.  Of course, she who rides horses, was way more casual and comfortable than I. Her confidence shows in the photo. We watched the milk gather in the glass jugs through stainless steel tubes attached to the machines we had applied.  We saw the buttery yellow color of rich, whole milk fill the glass jugs before splashing into a chilled holding tank.  We thanked our cows and our hosts and went back to Geordie’s, changed.  Awed, fascinated, humbled, thankful and changed.

The next day we stood on a dirt road in our fair province and watched the milk truck speed toward our minute contribution.  J and I stopped in our tracks and thanked the huge contributions of our farmers. Humbled in the knowledge that some kid somewhere in Canada would be drinking our few squirts within days.  Changed by Big Bad Bessie with the M.I.L.K.