I don’t see myself as an hysterical person, but when I read articles like this one, I feel just a teeny weeny little bit hysterical.
It’s no secret that I don’t eat red meat and as a household we are careful with meats and try to buy free range/organic whenever we can find and afford it. This is part due to reading My Year of Meats and All Over Creation by Ruth Ozeki about what goes into our food without our knowledge or permission. If you haven’t read her books, you should really try. They aren’t just very well researched, they are also very well written.
The biggest reason I feel a little hysterical is because a lot of what goes into our milk, meat, potatoes and apples is making us infertile. Even worse: it’s making our children infertile. I have a well documented history of infertility and seeing all this really just pisses me off as infertility is an issue very close to my heart.
It also pissed me off that we try to make healthy choices for our children, but we are doing the exact opposite by giving them the “healthy” foods we do and forcing them to eat them.
“Dear, eat your potatoes, and don’t worry that they are full of pesticides, they are good for you.”
“And while you are at it, please eat that lovely spaghetti bolognese we made you with canned tomatoes and I don’t want to hear a word.”
That derelict vegetable garden of our is about to get a make-over I think. We already have a compost heap with beautiful compost and a laid out veggie patch, we just need to keep it going and keep the delinquent dogs out.
Watch this space.
And no, I haven’t listened to any Alanis Morrisette in days. Just so you know.