dhar•ma (Sanskrit):
literally translates as 'that which upholds or supports'
dhar•ma•duf:
that which upholds or supports the duf
amituofo ~
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Lollipop Pies… Awesome to behold and (I can only imagine) eat.
The conclusion is becoming clear: whatever is behind the health benefits of a diet rich in fruits and vegetables, you cannot reproduce it by taking purified extracts or vitamin supplements.
The antioxidant myth: a medical fairy tale - health - 05 August 2006 - New Scientist
Basically… spend the $15 you would’ve spent on a bottle of vitamins on organic fruits and vegetables. Duh.
The government should also throw its support behind putting a second bar code on all food products that, when scanned either in the store or at home (or with a cellphone), brings up on a screen the whole story and pictures of how that product was produced: in the case of crops, images of the farm and lists of agrochemicals used in its production; in the case of meat and dairy, descriptions of the animals’ diet and drug regimen, as well as live video feeds of the CAFO where they live and, yes, the slaughterhouse where they die. The very length and complexity of the modern food chain breeds a culture of ignorance and indifference among eaters. Shortening the food chain is one way to create more conscious consumers, but deploying technology to pierce the veil is another.
The Food Issue - An Open Letter to the Next Farmer in Chief - Michael Pollan - NYTimes.com
The whole article goes beyond interesting. Personally I cannot find fault with a single idea or suggestion. This needs to happen. And as discouraging as it is to see how many pieces of our system are truly broken, it’s encouraging to know there are people thinking through viable solutions. There is hope.
I quoted this particular section because it reminds me of one of the strongest memories I have from traveling through Malaysia and Thailand 10 years ago. The name of the small town we spent the night at in Northern Malaysia eludes me, but the images of its open-air market, not to mention the smells, are very present. Particularly the stroll we took through the “fish gauntlet” where piles of dozens of different kinds of raw fresh fish lay out on slaps of concrete serving as display tables. While it smelled terrible, it certainly tasted good prepared by the local food vendors that night. Same for the live chickens and goats and fresh produce and everything else that was brought, caught, picked, or killed immediately before being presented to the consumer in the sweltering heat of the mid-morning market.
Very few Americans have any connection to what they eat, and it shows.
I brought home a wonderful pan of fish tacos from Zia Taqueria tonight. It was after 6 and the dogs were a little miffed at the hour and the fact that I was toting food while they were starving from a long day alone without periodic treats.
I, of course, then fed them and proceeded to eat my meal. Delicious.
Having finished in about as long as it took the dogs to wolf down a bowl of kibbles I made for the kitchen trash can with my togo container still containing a few small scraps of tomatoes, some sauce and three spent lime wedges.
Sammy, our 9 year old mutt with a voracious appetite, was all over me like I was throwing away the best part. Like there was a whole taco about to go into the garbage, and if that were to happen he’d be forced to eat something I cared about (book? shoe? heirloom rocking chair?) as soon as I fell asleep.
Being the reasonable person I (usually) am I tipped the bowl down to let him have a look. Slam! Before I could react, two husks of lime were gone. It mattered not that they were little more than rind and pulp, they disappeared with barely a chew and a swallow.
My first reaction was, “what the… Are you crazy?” As I waited for the ack-ack spitting out that wasn’t happening because he swallowed them pretty much whole.
The next thing out of my mouth was, “damn dog, that’s going to hurt coming out the other end. And I’ve got to clean it up.”
But considering what he eats on any given trail walk, or when he happens to get into the trash, I doubt it’ll have any impact on the next time I’m done with a meal and heading toward the sink. I know he’ll look at me with sincere distrust when I say there’s nothing left.
And next time I’ll be a little more careful with how I present my evidence. At least one of us has to learn.
Breakfast at Coyote Grill
One of my favorite things to do when visiting So. Cal. is to breakfast at The Coyote Grill in Laguna Beach. Honestly, breakfast nirvana can be found in any of the following dishes:
- huevos rancheros
- enchiladas and eggs
- eggs benedict
- banana pancakes
- repeat above list…
Have to follow breakfast with 4 hours of body surfing, or just skip lunch. Can’t wait until tomorrow morning.
