No, I’m not going to eat my way though it. Tempting though that may be.
Look out – here comes a soapbox moment:
We’re a bunch of lazy, overfed and undernourished slobs. I’m talking about Americans. We don’t eat food. We inhale it. The more disgusting and nasty, the more we eat it. I was watching a show on The Food Network recently where they showed a commercial bakery and the big giant blob of whatever-the-hell-scary-thing they were making, and I threw up a little in my mouth.
I’ll never see a Twinkie the same way ever again.
So this year, I’m going to make a concerted effort to actually make food, not simply buy it already made or drive thru to it.
I’m going to make sure that I can pronounce ALL the ingredients. If not, I’m not eating it, and neither is my family.
High Fructose Corn Syrup beware.
Look out corn lobby. (Ok, I may be going a bit overboard, there, but hey – why not?)
I bought the juicer attachment for my stand mixer. That’s how serious I am.
This is not going to be an easy task. I am married to the World’s Pickiest Man. Getting him to try something new is like pushing a boulder uphill.
I’m arming myself with Cook’s Illustrated, a list of all the winter farmer’s markets in my area, and I’m going to make chicken stock this weekend.
Me. MAKING chicken stock.
I mean business.
Stay tuned for my exciting updates on “How The Hell Submommy Is Going To Get Her Family On Board With This.”
I hereby solemnly swear that I will not go through a drive thru in 2009.
Unless it’s Starbucks. Then all bets are off. (I kid!)