If you looked into my fridge today—well, if I still had my own fridge; long story—you wouldn’t find some of my friends from the past, including a frozen #4 strategically placed for a post-apocalyptic emergency. The freezer would have one tray, yes, just one lonesome tray of ice, a bag of that spicy, Peruvian rice from Trader Joe’s and some berries. In the fridge you would likely find an open bottle of Monkey Bay SB, can of cat food, organic blueberries, some freshly baked bread with lots of seeds, a thick crust and a crazy delicious center, neufchatel, Alaska (wild) lox, organic tomatoes, a can of artichokes, little bag of carrots, 1% organic milk (2% if I’m feeling particularly wild that week), oj, possibly some wheat dough, big bin of organic mixed greens, possibly kale, eggs, a leftover container of beans and rice, plain Kefir, and probably some form of fruit from the Farmer’s Market.
The following week you would find a hard-boiled egg and mascara stains left by the hunger tears I would cry realizing I should probably see if I could last just a few more days without going back to the store and/or market.
Thirteen years ago, you would have found the following: a freezer full of Hot Pockets with ham and cheese, beef microwave burritos, sliced white bread, Kraft cheese, lettuce, milk, oj, eggs, HOT DOGS, buns, mini pepperoni pizzas, frozen mesquite chicken from Price Club, soda!!!!!!! and then products of my mother’s choice.
So, before we delve into what happened and why, here’s a glimpse into something I think is very important:
start here and navigate to: project >> you are what you eat >> statement & images
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