Lately I’ve been experimental with dinner. Well, experimental for me. I knew I could follow a recipe from a box and so I pretty much just left it there. That mean lots of Hamburger Helper. And then Tuna Helper. Then they started making Chicken Helper and, well, you get the idea.
With those things led to various diets because of the weight I’d put on that wouldn’t come off. They never worked, of course, because they don’t work long-term. Even Jared from Subway is back to losing the battle. But here lately, I’ve read books like Salt Sugar Fat: How The Food Giants Hooked Us by Michael Moss and In Defense of Food: An Eaters Manifesto by Michael Pollan. That’s when I learned that the processed food industry isn’t giving us food. They’re giving us food-like substances and telling us it’s good for us.
I mean, does Snickers really satisfy? Better than an apple? Or is it the illusion because the lowly apple doesn’t have the 24 hour marketing machine that a candy bar have?
My family knows I’ve made the conscious decision to go back to whole foods. Real foods. We pay more because, ironically, it costs more to eat something real than to eat something created in a lab. And occasionally, it’ll end up on Instagram. I mean, I am a photographer after all.