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05th June 2010
Watch what you eat

The strains of an advertising jingle playing on television came to my ears while I was in the kitchen. I was frying an egg for breakfast and appropriately enough, the tune which was intruding on my thoughts was that of an ad put out by the egg producers of America; you know, the one which ends with the catchy line, “ the incredible, edible egg”.
All the propaganda came to mind; the “scientific findings by all the reliable researchers”, which scared the pants off me with the information about how eggs are bad for you. According to what I’ve heard, the two greatest purveyors of cholesterol on this God’s green earth are chicken fat and egg yolk. As far as I know, I may as well be holding a loaded gun in my hand, in place of this frying pan with a fried egg.
But then, out come the “confirmed results” from the pro-egg scientists, that eggs are being maligned. They have been found to contain much less cholesterol than was previously reported, so you may go ahead and indulge yourself; eggs are delicious and good for you.
Who to believe? I am an egg lover myself, and would love to give credence to the pro-egg guys, but what if they’re wrong? At best, what if their published findings are just little slanted on the side of the egg producers, especially if the latter are funding their research?
So I resort to my rule-of-thumb opinion, which I always fall back on in these situations in case of doubt: whatever was good enough for our parents and grandparents, as long as it’s natural, organic, chemical- and pesticide-free, is good enough for me. Lots of them seemed to have survived to a grand old age without the restrictions, substitutions and alternatives which we seem obliged to live by today.
Now please, I don’t want anyone reading this to rely on any of its content for its medical value; I have no medical qualifications whatsoever. And there may be doctors glancing through this article who may be prone to say things like, “this guy doesn’t have the faintest idea what he’s talking about. Doesn’t he realize that statistics show that the life expectancy of the human race has been extended considerably of late, and that it’s mainly because of proper dietary habits which we’ve taught the layman: how to keep away from polysaturates and white bread and butter and eggs and stuff?”
I tell you, lend them your ears, folks; listen to them; heed their words. I try to, albeit with a lot of regret. Regret, because I love good white bread and butter and eggs and stuff. I probably love polysaturates too, but I doubt that I’d recognize one if you plunked it down on my plate. You most likely would have to point it out and identify it to me. You know like, “Here’s a polysaturate sandwich for lunch (or here’s a bowl of polysaturate soup), I hope you like it. I myself find it delicious.” Then I could sample it and give you my opinion.
But back to pick up my thread, where I left off. Isn’t it funny how so many things which God has created and (we thought) made wholesome and tasty for our consumption, turn out to be not good for us? Used to be: “Bread is the staff of life”. Now we are told to keep away from bread. Unless it’s wholewheat, and even that, we should partake of sparingly.

 
 

They replaced butter – good old wholesome butter – with margarine. Now I hear tell that margarine is not all that it’s cracked up to be: something about it having unforeseen side effects; like causing cancer and other little malaises which may be worse than whatever it was that butter did to you in the days when you used to eat it.
But the one which I found most ironic, is the case of the egg. The ordinary chicken egg which we are so accustomed to, and which, as I said before, I am standing here holding in a sauce-pan like a loaded gun. For the life of me, I cannot understand how God, with all His Wisdom, would take His time to create a food which may be eaten raw or cooked: I mean, it may be boiled; or fried; sunny side up or easy over or hard yolk; or scrambled or whipped; or fluffed up; or poached; hard or soft; in omelettes; or egg nogs; or pancakes; or regular pound cakes; to thicken sauces or gravies; or mixed with a variety of other foods; in other words, possessing the capability of being prepared in a multiplicity of ways, more than almost any other single food; and then He makes it “not good for us”? It seems to defy logic.
Do you know that ground vegetables (yams, sweet and Irish potatoes, tannia, etc.) are too starchy for you; cakes and pastries too sweet, as are candy, chocolate, almost anything containing sugar and honey; red meat is indigestible and laden with cholesterol; well, we’ve dealt with bread, butter (and whatever goes for butter goes as well for milk and cheese), eggs and chicken; coffee and tea contain too much caffeine; and of course you shouldn’t drink anything alcoholic or smoke.
Isn’t it miraculous that our parents and grandparents survived at all?
I wouldn’t mind following all the instructions and substituting all of the above with whatever replacement that modern man had invented, if it were not for the fact that the new stuff just does not prove all that trustworthy. You know, ten years after they have you taking that new substitute sweetener in place of sugar, someone discovers that the sweetener causes cancer in laboratory rats or something. “Well, don’t feed it to laboratory rats,” you might say. But seriously, the conclusions are that it may do the same thing to humans. And since you’ve ingesting the darned thing for ten years now, it’s too late to save yourself by abstaining.
What a life! One just doesn’t know what to eat. It’s a case of damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Well damned for damned, I think I’ll just go ahead and eat what tastes sweet in my mouth; in the hope that it doesn’t turn sour in my, you know where. I’ll do like our forefathers and try to exercise a lot … and take my chances. It may turn out to be a short life, but a happy one

See you at the dinner table.


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