Who watched Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution last Friday night? (Thanks for the tip, Miss I.) Those kind of shows aren’t really my cup of tea, but I must say that I enjoyed the show in a sort of sick way. Lots of shock value, but one of the parts that stuck with me was the first grade class that couldn’t name a single vegetable, but could name every processed food that came from a fast food joint. Another was that the whole cafeteria system was based on kids shoving food into their mouths without utensils – the entire menu was designed to be unwrapped or picked up, dipped into some pre-packaged dipping sauce, injested and moved on. And the flavored milk…don’t get me started…
Kids have to be in the kitchen. They need to see real food made with real ingredients. We know we are fortunate to have a school that makes lunches from scratch, a school where the children plan the meals and execute them. A school where utensils are used and waste is watched and reduced. It should be this way everywhere, not just where a few demand it.
I could write on and on about this subject, but it would open the floodgates to other subjects that concern me and I don’t have the time to preach.
But we do find the time to bake, and to cook, and to slice and to dice.
And that kind of food love inspires us in a million different ways…
Banana Bread Poem by E
nana banana bread
nana bakes a bread
a bread named banana bread.
a bread that has bananas that are ripe
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More on this subject to follow…