I’m reading, “The Day the Bubble Burst: A Social History of the Wall Street Crash of 1929” by Gordon Thomas and Max Morgan-Witts. As I do, I see parallels with 1928 and what’s going on today. Believe it or not, even cows offer nothing new under the sun. Just as they did in the days before the Great Depression, they’re very much in the news. And somehow, they’ve managed to work their way into the political discourse.
Henry Ford did not like cows and he let America know it. To Ford, cows never stopped eating and they left their slurry everywhere. He believed that crime and health could be attributed to a person’s diet and his reasoning was that people who filled up on steak were more likely to steal than those who didn’t fill up on steak. And those who indulged in butter fats, he said, were more likely to get sick. “Bad food causes crime,” was his rallying cry, believing that if people ate right, they would act right. To Ford, eating right meant no beef and no butterfat.
Henry Ford didn’t win that battle and isn’t it interesting that the meat/no meat conversation continues today. One decade a substance is bad, the next decade it’s a miracle food. Makes for plenty of apathy for those of us who’ve lived more than a few decades. But if you’re looking for ways to decrease your meat eating, I’ve got just the book for you. Suellen Ocean is the author of the vegetarian cookbook, Poor Jonny’s Cookbook. Available here:
When I went to New Orleans last summer to visit my father’s family, they all kept calling me “Chubby’s daughter.” Chubby this and Chubby that, even at one point my cousin said, “You don’t mind if we call him Chubby do you? That’s what we all called him.” No I didn’t mind except it made me feel a little chubby myself, after a fashion, but my father was a jolly guy, the good Lord didn’t make many like him and probably never will. But it kinda makes you wonder about the way chubbiness runs in families. “I don’t eat very much,” I hear family members say, to which I roll my eyes, after all, I’m the one that just saw them order at the last restaurant and after they ordered quite a bit they looked at me and said the same thing, “I don’t eat very much.” My father used to think it was hilarious the way my sister and I gobbed butter on our French bread when out in restaurants during the 1960’s, “You want bread on your butter?” he used to say teasingly, as if admiring our extravagant taste, either that or proud that we were just like him. But times have changed. Technology allows us to see what gobs of butter does to our heart. Bad habits are hard to break but when my husband went to the doctor and was diagnosed with high cholesterol, the doctor had some great advice, “Don’t eat butter.” So we don’t and ya know what, it took awhile to get used to it but olive oil works for me. But next time you see my brother, try to explain to him that just because those who consume olive oil tend to suffer less strokes, does not mean that you pour it all over your food … butter and all. Suellen Ocean is the author of Gold River. Available here:
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