A topic constantly on my mind is supporting local farmers.
It’s good for our farmers but there is a selfish reason; we are getting
high-quality, fresh food for our tables. In doing this, we are teaching the
younger generation – that is so used to the couch potato video games, social
networking as the entire means of communication, food only comes from the
grocery store, cellophane wrapped meat – that food does come from somewhere and
you should care.
In our active endeavors to encourage healthy eating for children, we’ve forgotten about an important part of
our culture, the older sect. The elderly are more often than not, placed in any
number of facilities, where food becomes an afterthought.
I remember going to visit my grandmother at her retirement
facility. The food was horrific. I got a piece of
chicken that was bone-dry and grey, with large glistening, globulously
gelatinous, goobles of fat dotting the top. This is what they are serving to my
grandmother?
Food is a simple pleasure. It is one of the daily moments in
our lives that we can stop the spinning of the crazy around us, and for a brief
amount of time, enjoy.
Read the letter from the editor in the latest issue of Gastronomica
