When in Doubt, Send Food

I used to think it was a little silly, the way so many of us (particularly women, it seems) respond to major events in other people’s lives, whether happy or sad, by sending food. As if a pound cake will mend a heart broken by an unexpected death. As if a pan of turkey tetrazzini will make the “witching hour” less crazy-making for a mom caring for a newborn, a toddler, and a preschooler.

Then I got cancer. And for two months, people fed me and my family. For two months, people—close friends as well as acquaintances, even a few people I’d never actually met before—showed up at my door with chili and casseroles and salads and cake. And it suddenly made sense, this impulse to feed people who are going through something life-altering. For those eight weeks, what to make for dinner was not on my daily agenda. For eight weeks, I got a daily reminder that my family was not dealing with my cancer by ourselves.

For almost a year, I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to do for someone else what everyone did for me. I got it this week, when a good friend lost her father to complications of multiple sclerosis mere days before giving birth to her third baby, and first son. When I heard about her dad, I told her I’d be bringing a meal, because either she would be grieving and hugely pregnant, or grieving and caring for a newborn. Neither of which would be particularly easy.

So I made this meal.

And I was reminded again of why food played such a big role in Jesus’s life and ministry (the loaves and fishes, the last supper, the disciples eating fish on the beach with the resurrected Christ). The best lesson I learned from my cancer was that feeding people really is the most tangible and humble way we have to love one another.

The second-best lesson was that, for some reason, when people make meals for someone who is sick, grieving, or caring for a new baby, they deem pasta with red sauce to be the perfect thing. Lasagna and baked ziti and meatballs in sauce. I adore pasta with red sauce, and make this recipe at least once a month, eating it every day for lunch and dinner until I’ve swabbed the last bit from the bottom of my pasta bowl with a crust of bread. But after two months of eating what other people provided, I was red-sauced out. One day, near the end of my treatment, my husband found me in the kitchen, head in hands and on the brink of tears. I had gone into the freezer to see what of my cancer bounty was left that I could serve for dinner, and all I found was a big tupperware container of red sauce. I simply could not bear to eat any more red sauce. It sounds petty and ungrateful, and it was, though perhaps the fact that I was going through cancer treatment during the snowiest New England winter in memory could be considered mitigating factors. My husband, bless him, shooed me out of the kitchen, did something with the red sauce (I never asked what), and ordered take-out for dinner. I don’t remember what we ate that night, only that it didn’t involve red sauce.

So for my friend’s meal this week, I avoided red sauce and instead made pan-fried chicken and creamy potato casserole, which is so full of fatty dairy products that it is really only appropriate for a nursing mother. All those extra calories will go straight to work fattening up the baby.

Besides providing more fat and calories than are really necessary, what will this meal really do for my friend? Not much. She’ll still miss her dad. She’ll still have hundreds of days in which she’ll be scrambling to put food on the table at the time of day when she and her kids are most tired and needy. My little meal won’t change any of that. Just as all the meals I got last winter didn’t change the fact that every day for weeks, I trudged to the hospital, where I lay with chest fully exposed as a room full of radiology techs (male and female…all young and good-looking, of course) prepared to zap my misshapen, surgery-scarred breast with killing radiation. Just as the meals my friend Rachel brought to her longtime friend Mr. S. in his final days in a nursing home didn’t take away his severe pain or keep him from dying last week as he held his wife’s hand.

No, these meals we offer to one another during life’s most demanding moments don’t really change anything, don’t really do anything. Except give people a visible, substantial, simple reminder that they are not alone. Which is a pretty big thing after all.

5 Reasons I’m Ignoring Your Healthy-Eating Advice

Eating better to improve health and/or lose weight tops many New Year’s resolution lists. Most of us know our dietary pitfalls—for example, I don’t eat as many veggies as I should because I hate chopping stuff—and what we should do to eat more healthfully. Yet we often don’t.

Once, when I was complaining to a friend about a persnickety, fault-finding dietitian at my daughter’s orthopedic hospital, my friend said, “Who can blame dietitians for being crabby? No one listens to them.” It’s true. We don’t.

In part, our collective shunning of dietary advice is rooted in biology, food marketing, and psychology. Our bodies respond with pleasure to sugar, salt, and fat; food companies know this and create food that is irresistible; and we turn to food for all sorts of inappropriate reasons, such as boredom.

But the dietary advice itself is also to blame for our unwillingness to follow it. Much nutrition advice fails to convince us to change our habits because it fails to acknowledge how we actually cook, eat, and live.

So this is for all you food bloggers, dietitians, and nutrition gurus who keep telling us how to eat better, and are frustrated that we don’t seem to be getting the message. Here are the top five reasons why I’m not paying attention to your nutrition advice.

  1. You focus too much on kale and not enough on apples. The kinds of foods that feature prominently in so much modern nutrition advice, such as kale, beets, quinoa, or Brussels sprouts (all of which I like except beets, which, I’m sorry, just taste like dirt no matter how much oil you roast them in) are either unfamiliar to many folks, or familiar only in our memories of bland piles of mushy vegetables on childhood dinner plates. These ingredients may be standard in the kitchens of foodies and professional or especially dedicated home chefs, but many of us are still figuring them out. Most of the fresh produce consumed in my family needs no introduction and little preparation: apples, pears, clementines, carrots, grapes, berries. But when I read all the nutrition advice out there, I get the feeling this isn’t good enough, because my kids aren’t dipping multicolored pepper strips into homemade nonfat yogurt dip. How about giving me some props for always having a full fruit bowl? My kids don’t like salad or veggies other than carrots and celery, but they have apple or pear slices with nearly every meal, and I’ve decided that’s good enough.
  2. You downplay the time and effort involved in preparing fresh food. I understand that chopping up fresh tomatoes, basil, and mozzarella to toss with pasta or making a pot of vegetarian chili with canned beans is not exactly rocket science. But even a simple meal made with fresh ingredients takes more time and effort to prepare than heating up a tray of chicken nuggets—not a lot more time and effort, but some. If it’s one of those days when we only have an hour between ice-skating lessons and a Girl Scout meeting, then I actually don’t have time to chop, toss, cook, and serve a homemade meal. And any parent of young kids is familiar with those days when hungry, tired children are falling to pieces so precipitously that you just need to get something, anything, on the table quickly. Sometimes convenience foods really are more convenient.
  3. You nitpick. It took some doing, but I’ve managed to get all of my kids to drink milk with dinner, although my youngest will only drink vanilla-flavored milk, and my middle child prefers chocolate (the oldest, bless her, loves a plain old glass of skim milk just like her mom does). We only eat take-out food a couple of times a month. My 12-year-old taught herself how to bake an amazing Kentucky butter cake, inspired in part by her watching me bake from scratch regularly. I feel pretty good about how we cook and eat. That is, until I open up a parenting magazine or the newspaper to find an article bemoaning the fact that so many American kids can’t stomach a glass of milk without added sugar. And another article about how take-out food is ruining our waistlines and blood sugar levels and life as we know it. And another trying to convince me that my kids will love an agave-sweetened oat-prune square as much as a Toll House cookie. And I feel like there is no way I can possibly meet these standards, so I might as well not even try. How about giving us parents a little credit for trying, for paying attention, for serving milk instead of soda even if we’re mixing a spoonful of Nesquick in, for teaching our kids the vast difference between a chocolate chip cookie made from scratch and a Chips Ahoy, and for sitting down to eat with them nearly every evening, even if we’re serving mac and cheese from a box?
  4. You downplay the importance of personal taste. I once read an interview with a doctor known for his holistic health advice. In talking about the nutritional benefits of dark chocolate, the doctor said with a sneer, “I don’t consider milk chocolate to be real chocolate.” (OK, because it was a print interview, I have no idea if he actually sneered. But doesn’t that sound like it was said with a sneer?) Well, I do consider milk chocolate to be real chocolate. I don’t like dark chocolate, though I know that it is superior nutritionally to milk chocolate. I eat chocolate for pleasure, not nutrition. If you love dark chocolate, then by all means, eat it with gusto. But you can keep your chili powder-dusted, sea-salt encrusted, wasabi-infused dark chocolate squares, and your authentically bitter Mayan-style hot cocoa. I’ll take my chocolate creamy and sweet and encased in colorful candy coating, and look elsewhere for my antioxidants. 
  5. You focus on healthy eating rather than good eating. Healthy eating is primarily about nutritional profiles and fat content and calorie counts and glycemic indices and portion sizes—in other words, healthy eating is mostly about what we eat. So if we’re not eating enough of the right things (dark leafy greens and multicolored veggies and whole grains) or eating too much of the wrong things (sugar and white flour and animal protein), we are failing. And feelings of failure are not exactly the best inspiration for adopting new habits. In contrast, good eating is about what we eat as well as how, when, where, why, and with whom eat. Good eating involves enjoying the full range of foods that God has given us and the amazingly varied ways that we humans have invented to prepare them, from simple roasted vegetables or seasoned rice to elaborate dessert confections. Good eating involves teaching our children to take pleasure in their food, to prepare and eat it with those they love, and to be always grateful that when they are hungry, they can eat.  Good eating connects us to our food, our families, and our community. It inspires sharing and gratitude. That Kentucky butter cake my daughter made when she decided to teach herself to bake? From a healthy eating perspective, it was a failure—a pound cake loaded with butter and sugar topped with a glaze made with….more butter and sugar. But from a good eating perspective, that cake was a triumph. She learned the pleasures of creating something delicious from scratch, and then sharing it. Our friend Tom happened to be doing some yard work for us the day she made it, and we left a slice on the front step for him with a cold glass of lemonade alongside. Now that is good eating.

For these five reasons, there are relatively few food writers I pay attention to. Two exceptional writers, Rachel Stone and Catherine Newman, made my list of favorite blogs from 2011 precisely because of their balanced, realistic, and manageable approach to cooking and eating.

The rest of you food writers? If you want me to pay attention to your advice about how to eat better, then stop telling me that salad dressing or spaghetti sauce or oven-fried chicken is so easy to make that there’s no reason to ever buy ready-made anything (nothing is easy to make when you’re scrambling to put dinner on the table during the infamous “witching hour”). Stop telling me that a deliciously simple milk-chocolate bar isn’t “real.” Stop implying that I’m dooming my spoiled kids to obesity by serving them flavored milk.

Then I’d be happy to try your recipe for roasted kale and Brussels sprouts with quinoa. Just don’t ask me to add any dirt balls beets.

4 Great Blogs I Discovered This Year

Before getting to the real topic of today’s post, I wanted to share this post from Prison Fellowship, which picked up on my mention of the Angel Tree project in last week’s post on letting our kids lead us toward giving at Christmas.

This week, I’ll be posting several year-end lists, starting with today’s list of great blogs I discovered this year. I subscribe to many blogs through Google Reader, but there are only a handful that inspire me to read nearly every post. If any of these pique your interest, I encourage you to check them out, subscribe, and above all, comment now and then to let the bloggers know that they have an appreciative reader out there.

Eat With Joy – One of this year’s unexpected gifts has been getting to know Rachel Stone, whom I first met (well, truthfully we’ve never met in person, but that will change in 2012) when we were both blogging for Christianity Today. Rachel introduced herself with an e-mail letting me know that she and her two boys, like me and my daughter, have the genetic bone disorder osteogenesis imperfecta (OI). That fact blew me away…that of a dozen or so writers contributing to the CT women’s blog, two of us have this relatively rare bone disorder. She certainly got my attention. But I’ve become a friend, and a fan, for reasons that have nothing to do with our shared diagnosis. Rachel blogs about food, faith, and justice at Eat With Joy. She examines our culture’s bizarre relationship with food, how Christian faith interacts with the ways we cook and eat, and shares both recipes and wisdom gained from her own history with an eating disorder. Rachel gets right to the heart of the matter with relatively few words. Reading her blog regularly won’t take much time, but it will change how you cook, shop, and eat for the better.

Catherine Newman — This is cheating a bit, because I’ve actually been reading nearly everything Catherine writes for about 10 years now, but I justify her inclusion because earlier in 2011, she stopped blogging for other people and started posting regularly on her own blog instead. I first came across Catherine’s funny, honest writing about parenthood on the BabyCenter blog she kept for several years when my kids, and hers, were young. Eventually, she started posting weekly recipes on a blog hosted by Disney, and then when that gig ended last winter, started doing the same on her own blog. I love her recipes and her attitude toward food and healthy eating, which is thoughtful without being preachy or perfectionist. Yes, she mills her own flour, makes her own crackers, and bottles homemade vanilla extract for holiday gifts. But she also puts Velveeta in her mac and cheese and a half-cup of sugar in her spaghetti sauce (a recipe I make about once a month), and once posted a recipe for “pizza toast,” which involves smearing tomato paste on sandwich bread and cutting up string cheese on top of it. But Catherine never writes only about food; the introductions to her recipes, with their keen, funny, poignant observations about life with growing children, are worth a read even if you never intend to try a single recipe.

What’s Good at Trader Joe’s – I didn’t realize until I started writing this that three of my four favorite new blogs have to do with food. Oh well…shows you where my mind is most of the time. This blog needs little introduction, as the title pretty much says it all. If you have a Trader Joe’s near you, and could use a little help figuring out which of their unusual offerings to try, this is a great resource. Two couples take turns testing and writing about Trader Joe’s products, using a “spoon” rating system (the highest score is 10 spoons). I’ve discovered some great new things, as well as steered clear of products that would have otherwise appealed to me, on the basis of their reviews.

Introverted Church – Finally, a non-food blog! It probably says something about me, or maybe about the state of Christian blogdom, that I only have one purely faith-oriented blog on this list. There are very few Christian blogs that I truly read regularly. I often find them too preachy, too densely theological, too focused on a particular social or political position arising from the blogger’s faith, or too church-y. (Although please note I do follow other faith-oriented blogs that I urge you to check out, such as Amy Julia Becker’s Thin Places and Jana Riess’s Flunking Sainthood, but didn’t include them on this list because they were not new to me this year.) Introverted Church is the blogging home of Adam McHugh, who wrote…you guessed it…Introverts in the Church (which I plan to review here eventually). But while he and his many guest posters do write about the particular joys and struggles of being an introverted Christian, the blog also features excellent advice for authors and other nuggets. I was part of a four-week series of guest posts on A Quiet Advent that is worth reading even though Advent is now over.

So there they are—the four best blogs I discovered this year. I hope you’ll check them out, and also let us know in the comments if you have any great blogs you have discovered this year.