I’ve been cursed by one Michael Pollan (’people’ who pushed him on me are now in hiding — wait ’till I get to you, sir). With my ‘blessed’ new condition, the curse is turning me upside down, figuratively. You see, Mr. Pollan showed me that I’m basically corn-fed, but not in good, wholesome, mid-western way. I’ve been eating genetically engineered processed processed (not a typo) industrial corn. This is not good for many reasons. Here, read this http://www.ecoliteracy.org/publications/rsl/michael-pollan.html
The thing is, once you start paying attention and not eating foodlike things that contain corn syrup and such, you’ll more and more often find yourself at specialty food markets or, if shopping at a ‘normal’ grocery store, shunning anything packaged containing more than 4-5 recognizable ingredients. This is not necessarily upsetting (if you don’t consider the increased amounts of money you’re suddenly spending on food). What this does is make you a little one-dimensional (kind of the way pregnancy does). For example, should anyone ask me what I think about, oh say, politics, I would go like this
- Someone needs to do something about the Farm Bill [mind you, I know next to 0 about this]. It’s inhumane that farmers have to plant corn then soy year after year. It’s not good for their land and I think it makes them go nuts, I mean, I would go nuts. Speaking of which, I found an amazing ice cream on the corner on Prince and Green. It’s all organic, no corn whatsoever — they use cane sugar and real milk. It’s not ultra sweet but full of flavor. Today I had pistachio, beautiful off-white color, nutty, creamy.
You see? I can only talk about food. Or, well, my belly, it’s button, the twitter inside, stretchability of woman’s body, midwives, births, growing babies…. [SCENE FADES as I keep on enumerating]