Food for Deep Thought

This book.

This book is so incredibly interesting that I wish I could skip class and work and any and all obligations I might have so I can keep reading it. But at the same time, I think the sporadic chunks I’ve been reading it in might be a more effective way to digest the book. I feel like every time I read another page I stumble upon another revelation. So far I’ve read 96 pages. About 96 revelations? Not quite, but there are a few specific lines that stood out to me enough to grab a pen and underline them. Here they are:

1. “For thousands of years, farmers took their cues from natural processes. Factory farming considers nature an obstacle to be overcome.”

2. “We tend not to think about this because we tend not to know about it.”

3. “How much do I value creating a socially comforting situation, and how much do I value acting socially responsible?”

4. “What I hate is when consumers act as if farmers want these things, when it’s consumers who tell farmers what to grow.”

BOOM. Are you thinking yet?

And now, because I feel these quotes need some context and explanation, I will give you that.

The first quote is obviously referring to factory farming, and what is inherently wrong with it. This line really stood out to me because something that I personally feel is important is that animals should live a life the way nature intended their lives to be led. Typically, when I say that, both meat eaters and vegetarians present the same concept to me: even if an animal is raised on a local family farm it did not live a natural life because it lived on a farm and was killed before nature intended when it was slaughtered to be put on my plate. This is an incredibly valid point, and something that I need to think more about before coming to a definitive conclusion on my own feelings- but my initial response is that man was intended to eat meat. Ancient, ancient homo sapiens didn’t have gigantic teeth to eat kale. They had huge chompers to chew through meat. As of now I’m okay with eating animals. I’m just not okay with animal suffering and abuse.

Quote 2 was specifically referring to this fact: “Shrimp account for only 2 percent of global seafood by weight, but shrimp trawling accounts for 33 percent of global bycatch.” “Bycatch” is the term used to refer to sea creatures that are caught by accident as a result of fishing. I did not know what bycatch was or that shrimp account for only 2 percent of the world’s seafood. And honestly, I don’t care that much. I will never remember those shrimp facts, but I will probably never forget the quote that followed it. “We tend not to think about it because we tend not to know about it” highlights human ignorance in its most innocent light. How can I be concerned with ANYTHING if I don’t know about ANYTHING? Especially shrimp! For me, this quote relates to everything else I have read in Eating Animals and it resonates with me on a level outside of this reading this book. Education is the most important factor in making a difference, because if nobody knows a problem exists then nobody is going to be working to fix it. It’s so important not to blame or judge people for their actions, because they probably don’t even know why it might be considered bad.

The third quote I listed is a question that I have been asking myself every single day. In the context of the book this quote refers to the awkwardness of telling a dinner host you will not eat their food. Foer, the author, writes this in his definition of the word “discomfort food.” For somebody like me, a flexicarnilocavore (or “selective omnivore,” but I like mine better) we can simply tell a host, “I’d love to come for dinner, but just so you know- I’m a vegetarian,” or we can say, “Thanks for inviting me! But I only eat locally farmed meat.” The former denies us a (literal) stab at any meat as well as creating the work of an entirely different dish to prepare, whereas the latter would imply we could all eat one meal- as long as the meat was from a local farm. The latter statement also comes off as condescending, as if the hosts dietary habits were below my own. Finding a balance between “creating a socially comforting situation” and “how much I value acting socially responsible” is not easy and will continue to be something I aim to do.

The last quote I listed made me incredibly excited because it’s exactly why I started doing this. This quote was actually said by a factor farmer, not Foer. Even the factory farmer knows that the current state of farming was brought about not because the farmers wanted it this way, but because consumers demanded such a high production of meat that this is what the industry has arrived at. As consumers we have the choice to eat less meat or only buy locally farmed meat. We have the power to send our message to the meat companies.

Phew that was a lot. But I had so many thoughts bouncing around in my head and it was time to let them free! This was a week of firsts for me, beginning with the first time I highlighted and put post it notes in a book I was reading for non academic purposes. This first was followed by the first cockroach I’ve ever seen. I actually google image searched “cockroach” to see if that’s actually what I found on my bathroom floor. Unfortunately it was what I found on my bathroom floor. Ew. My last first of the week was my first taxi ride in Boston! It was completely uneventful and unglamorous. In the future I will continue to opt for my bike or my feet because they don’t smell weird or charge me money.

Just kidding sometimes my feet do smell weird.

TGIF

 

Hunting or gathering? More like foraging…

I’m currently searching the wide, wide world that is the web for a happy and healthy turkey to use at my family’s Thanksgiving next month.

Unfortunately special things often cost more than regular things, and in the case of organic/local/responsible/sustainable farms selling turkeys special things cost A WHOLE LOT MORE than regular turkeys..

I stumbled across a site for a farm in southern Maine- OH HOW PERFECT!- and called my mom to inquire about the ordering of a turkey.

“How much does our turkey usually cost?” I asked. So innocently. Hope still abundant in my heart.

“About 89 cents a pound, cus’ we get ours on sale.”

I blinked at the screen in front of me. Only $3.49 a pound. What a steal. NOT.

That situation was a no go. At this point I may just go out into the wilderness and wrestle me a fine little specimen. It would be local.. it would have lived a natural life. Probably not that healthy. Or responsible..

The hunt (desperate foraging) continues, as does my journey into flexicarnilocavorism. (I removed part-time veggie upon discovering that the word “flexitarian” exists!)

While on the hunt (yet again) for The Omnivore’s Dilemma  at the Barnes and Noble on my campus I discovered the book Eating Animals. Since I couldn’t find a copy of The Omnivore’s Dilemma (seriously B&N? That’s a book worth having around) I bought Eating Animals. I’m about 25 pages in and so far I’m a bit confused; the author’s thought process is not one I’m easily following. But alas, I will forge on and see what I can learn.

I also came across a book, The Locavore’s Dilemma,  that really sparked my curiosity. Here’s the book’s description:

 In The Locavore’s Dilemma, they explain the history, science, and economics of food supply to reveal what locavores miss or misunderstand:  the real environmental impacts of agricultural production; the drudgery of subsistence farming; and the essential role large-scale, industrial producers play in making food more available, varied, affordable, and nutritionally rich than ever before in history. At best, they show, locavorism is a well-meaning marketing fad among the world’s most privileged consumers.  At worst, it constitutes a dangerous distraction from solving serious global food issues.

I’m sorry- WHAT? None of that makes sense to me, but I would love to hear the argument the authors make AGAINST supporting local farms who practice responsible and sustainable methods. Since the book is fairly new and only in hardcover it costs a lovely price of 30 dollars so I will have to wait to visit the library to get my hands on this one.

Upcoming excitement: The Boston Vegetarian Food Festival is this weekend!! Hopefully I’ll find some yummy new inspirations for my meals because honestly lettuce is getting old and my disdain for tofu isn’t. You’d think that I’d get more accustomed to eating it, but in reality I dread every bite that goes into my mouth. Which is resulting in a lot of pasta. And pizza. But damn, pasta is good.

Diving Deeper

On the recommendation of a coworker I decided to watch the documentary Earthlings, an incredibly graphic and honest film about how humans treat animals. First of all- this movie WILL make you cry. Second of all- this movie will probably offend you, but it will definitely make you reflect on how you live your life and the choices that you make on a daily basis.

If you do choose to watch this movie, which you can by clicking here,  I highly suggest skipping the part titled “Pets”. Essentially the movie is broken down into five parts, the first one being about how animals are abused because of their roles as pets in our lives. I sobbed. Seriously. Don’t watch this. I saw things done to dogs that I will never un-see and I still want to cry when I remember the scenes. The next four sections of the movie are as follows: food, clothes, entertainment, and science. After seeing this movie I will never go to the circus or buy a fur coat and it only helped to strengthen my resolve against eating meat from large, irresponsible farms.

One of the bigger impacts this movie had on me was the reconsideration of my consumption of egg and dairy products. Based on my reasons for becoming a vegetarian- to only support responsible animal farms- I shouldn’t be eating eggs or dairy that came from the same kind of farms that I am boycotting. However, I’m looking at this realistically (and writing this while eating a bowl of pasta covered in cheese with a glass of chocolate milk) and I JUST became a vegetarian so if/when I ever add vegan to the mix of part-timeveggiecarnilocavore, it probably won’t be anytime soon.

THIS POST HAS BEEN SO SERIOUS AND I’M SORRY.

Currently day 12 of my newfound meatless life style and it’s getting easier in most aspects, but harder in others. Sometimes I actually dream about chicken nuggets. No joke. I’l just be innocently dreaming about the typical stuff- playing with kangaroos/living in a tree house/bagels- and suddenly out of left field comes this beautiful, crispy, steamy white meat chicken nugget and it’s calling out to me… “EAT ME YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO” but even in my dreams I know I can’t and we part ways and I return to the bagels and kangaroos and tree houses. I wake up with this sad feeling, not unlike when I dream I live in Australia and wake up and remember I don’t, and all day long I day dream about nuggets. I’ve been trying to fill the nugget void by eating other nugget shaped foods, but none of them quite compare.

I really wanted a picture of a happy chicken for this post, but did you know that if you google image search “happy chicken” most of the pictures are just chicken nuggets?! More like “happy Katie” because those chickens weren’t happy. Things like that make me want to hug a chicken, but I’m not sure they’re huggable.

IN WONDERFUL NEWS: My mom bought a locally farmed hamburger at a restaurant the other night even though it cost more! Words cannot describe how excited this made me!! THANKS MOM I LOVE YOU!

IN BAD NEWS: Tomorrow is Monday.

One Week Anniversary

Today I am celebrating my one week anniversary with my vegetarianism. Or as we have come to know it my part-timeveggiecarnilocavoreism.

As a celebration I’m going to… do homework. And congratulate myself on making it one week without nuggets in my life. It’s been hard, but everybody has been supportive and helpful in encouraging me to stick with it! If nobody has heard from me for a while, please come find me because I’ll probably be shoving my face with chicken nuggets and pork dumplings (another favorite, they’re like chinese nuggets!)

I’ve discovered a lot over the past week about staying full and making healthier choices. Without meat as an option it seemed like many of my meals would just be pasta. That’s not exactly a healthy choice to be making, so I’ve been gettin’ real crazy with my salads in the dining hall. Trying new dressings, adding croutons! I’M OUT OF CONTROL.

My new favorite dessert is taking a banana and smearing the end with peanut butter (OR NUTELLA) and dipping it in granola. Nom the end off and then repeat until the banana has disappeared. And by disappeared I mean I ate it, not threw it away (sometimes I want to in favor of chocolate, which brings me to my next point)- cutting out meat has forced me to be much more conscious of the food I’m eating. Not only am I now monitoring for meat, but I’m choosing better foods overall. HOORAY FOR THAT.

THIS ARTICLE  provides some great food for thought… HE HE I’m so punny.

Let’s Get Technical

I am having an identity crisis. Am I a vegetarian? I think I am. But I’m okay with eating locally and responsibly farmed meats. So. I’m not a vegetarian?

This is all so confusing! WHAT IS THIS MESS. WHAT AM I. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

PANIC MODE.

So I took some deep breaths and talked it out. After some solid internet research I have successfully defined myself. The best explanation for what I am is a vegetarian when I am at school and a locavore when I am at home. At school I have no idea where the meat in the dining hall came from, so it will just be easier to not eat any meat or fish while I am away at school. When I am home I will be able to seek out and purchase meats from local farms where the animals are raised conscientiously and responsibly. Not only is this a great way to support my responsible animal farming cause, but it’s an awesome way for me to support my local economy and community! Lucky for me I’m from Maine, so farms aren’t hard to find.

I suppose the technical term for a locavore is somebody who eats only locally grown and produced foods, whereas I am only focusing on locally raised meat (for now, who knows what the future holds). So I am a carnilocavore? Or maybe a locacarnivore? Combine that with a part time vegetarian and things get seriously out of control. Part-timeveggiecarnilocavore. BAM.

This needs to stop. I don’t really need to label what I’m doing. All I know is that I care about something and I want to make a difference- I call that dedication and compassion, but I suppose I could also call it part-timeveggiecarnilocavore if you want to get technical.

In other important news I was able to make it through a meal at a Longhorn’s STEAKHOUSE. I had a delicious pecan and strawberry salad with a side of steakhouse mac’ and cheese- hold the bacon please. As tempting as the chicken nuggets were on my brother and sister’s plates I made it through another meat free and nugget free day.

If you can’t tell yet- I LOVE NUGGETS.

Curious about locavores? THIS SITE does a great job of explaining what they are and why people choose to become one. I also know I plan to use THIS APP to help me out along the way. I haven’t tested it out yet, but I’ll be sure to mention how it goes.

I stumbled across this gem on the world wide web and lo and behold it’s from a Maine website! Home state reppin

http://nurtureme.us/local-maine-food-wordle/

First Dinner Out

Friday evening my family and I went to dinner at Olive Garden, and I am not ashamed to admit that I LOVE O.G. In the car on the way there I started to decide what I would eat order. First- I wanted chicken gnocchi soup, my go to starter at OG.

WAIT. Something about that wasn’t right.

CHICKEN.

I CAN’T HAVE MY FAVORITE SOUP BECAUSE IT’S MADE WITH CHICKEN.

My sister ordered a bowl and I stared at it. Lovingly. Longingly. Morosely. I ate a bowl of salad. It’s just not the same.

Saturday I faced another challenge, with free junior frosty coupons in hand my mom, sister, and I pulled into the Wendy’s drive thru. I was immediately assaulted with the onslaught of nugget smell. Wendy’s chicken nuggets are THE BEST NUGGETS KNOWN TO MANKIND. And here I was, forced to breathe in their heavenly aroma, but unable to consume them. I stayed strong while my mom said “Just eat them if you want them” and my sister said “Katie, you can do it! Hold it together!” So I followed her advice and held it together and ate my tiny frosty as a consolation prize.

As much as I am complaining I am also pretty proud of myself. It’s only day 5, but so far I’ve only had a few rough moments and I’ve made it through them. Yesterday morning my mom and I went to our local farmer’s market to get some apples and locally made milk. To my delight there was a farm stand there selling their own grass fed beef! AWESOME! My friend from school reported that she discovered an organic pork farm in New Jersey where the pigs were playing in a field. All of these developments give me hope that someday soon I will be able to eat meat again because I will know where everything on my plate came from and that it was responsibly farmed.

Here’s a great resource I found for finding farmer’s markets and local produce across the country! http://www.localharvest.org/ There’s even a meat section if you want to order responsibly and organically raised meats for your table. My hope is that on Thanksgiving the turkey on our table will come from farms like the ones on the website. They’re a lot more expensive than the turkeys at our local grocery store, but hey. It’s not about the money!

No More Nuggets

I have never been a vegetarian before. In fact, multiple people could quote me on having said “I will never give up meat” when discussing the concept of vegetarianism. I truly believed I wouldn’t until recently when I learned the truth about the meat industry. The point of this blog will be to track my continued research and education about responsible and sustainable farming as well as my (most likely hilarious) journey into become a vegetarian.

Today was my third day on a meat free diet and so far I haven’t been missing meat all that much. I don’t really think it’s been long enough yet for me to notice the absence of it. That being said, I have been making a conscious effort to introduce new forms of protein into my meals. Let’s get something straight right now- I do not like tofu and I do not like beans. I am curious to see if this is still true at the end of my first month sans meat. The dining hall at BU is great about providing vegetarian options, but they almost all are loaded with my two worst enemies- beans and tofu.

Today I grabbed up this tasty looking grilled tofu.

By tasty looking, I obviously meant resembling canned dog food and incredibly nauseating. After an intense staring contest with the lump of tofu, which I think I won, I jabbed my fork into it and took a bite. Chew. Chew. Pause. Chew. Not bad! Although the seasoning the dining hall used was a little too aggressive in the salt department, the tofu itself did not offend or upset me at all. I stirred it into my rice and onions and gobbled it down. Maybe this won’t be as hard as I thought.

But actually, it probably will be.