I published this last summer and in light of my latest blog on New Age Paleo, I thought re-publishing it was appropriate. If you want to see my latest blog that I published on a sister site, check out the link below:
http://www.newagepaleo.com/blog/eating-in-a-desert
From last July:
Last week, my family spent time at a rented cabin in Southwestern Ohio, in the area near the Serpent Mound. My daughter had very much wanted a "relaxing" vacation (as opposed to one of our urban adventures which she claimed involved far too much museum-going). We obliged and decided to have a more mellow sojourn with time made for just sitting, reading, and yes, relaxing. With two cats and an overstuffed car (it would seem that taking it easy means taking half the house with you--books, instruments, puzzles, games, old movies, food, swim gear, hiking gear, balls, toys, etc.), we headed south. Leaving at about 9:30 in the morning, we arrived at our destination around 2:00 with some struggle to find our way. After dropping off the cats at the cabin, and settling in just a bit, we set off in search of a meal in the nearest town. We had seen one place as we were driving in and decided to simply head there. Good thing we did, because our choices otherwise would have involved either Dairy Queen or take-out food from a convenience store. After consuming a decent, albeit a bit heavy, meal at the restaurant we asked the waitress where the nearest grocery store was so that we could purchase some fresh items. Her response, "Oh, it closed." Now, it was a Sunday, so that could have meant "it's closed by now on Sunday"--but somehow we could tell that wasn't what she meant. Asking for clarification, we learned that indeed the only grocery story in the town, an IGA, had closed the day before--permanently. Residents now had to drive 20 miles one direction or the other to reach a supermarket. She did inform us that the town's two dollar stores were trying to fill the gap by carrying more foodstuffs. Being ready to simply unpack, we headed to one of these stores and found that yes, there were packaged/dry foods and that one whole wall of the store was lined with dairy and freezer cases. It was clear that the store was attempting to provide a wider range of goods to customers, but there was nothing resembling a fresh vegetable or fruit. We bought bread, milk, juice and cheese and figured we'd find plenty of farm stands in the area the next day, which is really what we wanted anyhow.
Well, that's not exactly how it worked out. . . I did find a flyer for an area farm market. We drove out to it following signs that wound us around quite a lot of country highway. There is no way we would have found it by chance. The stand was operated by a Mennonite family and as we discovered, Mennonites also ran a general store and a bakery along the same route. The farm stand had some great watermelons, fresh eggs, corn and tomatoes. But not much else. Truly, the pickings were rather slim. There was an entire wall of jams, jellies and preserves, but no lettuces or greens--even the summer squash were small and a bit shriveled. I found some colorful frying peppers, a purple onion and a small carton of red potatoes to round out our shopping. We also bought a cheerful bouquet of zinnias and gladiolas at a reasonable price. I was glad to have some fresh food to work with, but a bit disappointed that I was not in the farm-fresh produce belt I expected considering the miles of planted fields we'd passed (albeit almost all planted with corn and soy).
The general store had even sadder looking produce--it's specialty (that people lined up for every time we were there) was the deli counter, and bulk candy . . . the bakery obviously specialized in sweets and again people were lined up buying cream horns, whoopie pies, apple fritters, cream sticks, cinnamon buns--everything was mammoth in size. Admittedly, we frequented the bakery for fruit pies--a treat for which we have a penchant rarely indulged. Blueberry, peach, blackberry, and--ok--even pecan and shoo fly. But truly, we had to watch ourselves because the food at restaurants was so heavy too. Broasted chicken, fried fish, canned green beans with ham (I'd almost rather eat the can), deep-fried french toast, bbq. Salads or garnishes, rarely offered, never ventured beyond iceberg lettuce turning brown.
What I find concerning is what does a person do who lives in that town and for whom driving 20 miles is impossible? Elderly folks, or those who cannot afford an automobile, or the disabled who cannot drive? This is what is referred to as a "food desert" and unfortunately it impacts those who can least afford it, both in terms of finances and health. A couple of years ago Scientific American ran a cover feature about this, I've included the link below. Most of us are aware enough to know this happens in the inner city, but would we suspect it happens in rural farming regions? This experience has me pondering my own food habits and leads me to pose a few questions for readers.
Depending on your geographic location, you may live in a desert or a grassland when it comes to food choices. Thankfully, more options exist than used to, but that doesn't necessarily help those without means or mobility. This isn't a problem with an overnight solution, but if we consider our food choices more carefully we can support and grow an economy that will hopefully provide better for everyone and increase our national health.
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/high-and-dry-in-the-food/
Artfully yours (and laying off the pie)-- Lisabeth
http://www.newagepaleo.com/blog/eating-in-a-desert
From last July:
Last week, my family spent time at a rented cabin in Southwestern Ohio, in the area near the Serpent Mound. My daughter had very much wanted a "relaxing" vacation (as opposed to one of our urban adventures which she claimed involved far too much museum-going). We obliged and decided to have a more mellow sojourn with time made for just sitting, reading, and yes, relaxing. With two cats and an overstuffed car (it would seem that taking it easy means taking half the house with you--books, instruments, puzzles, games, old movies, food, swim gear, hiking gear, balls, toys, etc.), we headed south. Leaving at about 9:30 in the morning, we arrived at our destination around 2:00 with some struggle to find our way. After dropping off the cats at the cabin, and settling in just a bit, we set off in search of a meal in the nearest town. We had seen one place as we were driving in and decided to simply head there. Good thing we did, because our choices otherwise would have involved either Dairy Queen or take-out food from a convenience store. After consuming a decent, albeit a bit heavy, meal at the restaurant we asked the waitress where the nearest grocery store was so that we could purchase some fresh items. Her response, "Oh, it closed." Now, it was a Sunday, so that could have meant "it's closed by now on Sunday"--but somehow we could tell that wasn't what she meant. Asking for clarification, we learned that indeed the only grocery story in the town, an IGA, had closed the day before--permanently. Residents now had to drive 20 miles one direction or the other to reach a supermarket. She did inform us that the town's two dollar stores were trying to fill the gap by carrying more foodstuffs. Being ready to simply unpack, we headed to one of these stores and found that yes, there were packaged/dry foods and that one whole wall of the store was lined with dairy and freezer cases. It was clear that the store was attempting to provide a wider range of goods to customers, but there was nothing resembling a fresh vegetable or fruit. We bought bread, milk, juice and cheese and figured we'd find plenty of farm stands in the area the next day, which is really what we wanted anyhow.
Well, that's not exactly how it worked out. . . I did find a flyer for an area farm market. We drove out to it following signs that wound us around quite a lot of country highway. There is no way we would have found it by chance. The stand was operated by a Mennonite family and as we discovered, Mennonites also ran a general store and a bakery along the same route. The farm stand had some great watermelons, fresh eggs, corn and tomatoes. But not much else. Truly, the pickings were rather slim. There was an entire wall of jams, jellies and preserves, but no lettuces or greens--even the summer squash were small and a bit shriveled. I found some colorful frying peppers, a purple onion and a small carton of red potatoes to round out our shopping. We also bought a cheerful bouquet of zinnias and gladiolas at a reasonable price. I was glad to have some fresh food to work with, but a bit disappointed that I was not in the farm-fresh produce belt I expected considering the miles of planted fields we'd passed (albeit almost all planted with corn and soy).
The general store had even sadder looking produce--it's specialty (that people lined up for every time we were there) was the deli counter, and bulk candy . . . the bakery obviously specialized in sweets and again people were lined up buying cream horns, whoopie pies, apple fritters, cream sticks, cinnamon buns--everything was mammoth in size. Admittedly, we frequented the bakery for fruit pies--a treat for which we have a penchant rarely indulged. Blueberry, peach, blackberry, and--ok--even pecan and shoo fly. But truly, we had to watch ourselves because the food at restaurants was so heavy too. Broasted chicken, fried fish, canned green beans with ham (I'd almost rather eat the can), deep-fried french toast, bbq. Salads or garnishes, rarely offered, never ventured beyond iceberg lettuce turning brown.
What I find concerning is what does a person do who lives in that town and for whom driving 20 miles is impossible? Elderly folks, or those who cannot afford an automobile, or the disabled who cannot drive? This is what is referred to as a "food desert" and unfortunately it impacts those who can least afford it, both in terms of finances and health. A couple of years ago Scientific American ran a cover feature about this, I've included the link below. Most of us are aware enough to know this happens in the inner city, but would we suspect it happens in rural farming regions? This experience has me pondering my own food habits and leads me to pose a few questions for readers.
- Where do you get your food? Local grocery stores? Farmers' Markets? Stands? Chain supermarkets? Local artisan shops? (I buy local produce at the local family supermarket where the prices are best and the produce cheapest--as compared to the farmers market).
- Have online stores improved your ability to eat healthy? Two of my favorites: Swanson Vitamins and DrVita.com offer health foods, like specialty flours, organic cacao nibs, and coconut oil at lower prices. And, of course, there is Amazon. I get my dried shiitaki mushrooms in bulk from them.
- How much of your food can you make yourself? No-knead artisan bread is a great place to start. There are tons of recipes on the web. Even I have managed to master a good cinnamon raisin that is really filled with raisins.
- What restaurants do you frequent? Can more of your business go to local establishments, ethnic food places, or places that focus on healthier fare?
Depending on your geographic location, you may live in a desert or a grassland when it comes to food choices. Thankfully, more options exist than used to, but that doesn't necessarily help those without means or mobility. This isn't a problem with an overnight solution, but if we consider our food choices more carefully we can support and grow an economy that will hopefully provide better for everyone and increase our national health.
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/high-and-dry-in-the-food/
Artfully yours (and laying off the pie)-- Lisabeth
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