tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965824120120454342.post2187110841664392527..comments2023-10-21T11:44:45.588+01:00Comments on ResidentAlien: Sugar and Honey for BreakfastMary Witzlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06458299046574564155noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965824120120454342.post-47979599823497116412007-12-31T16:08:00.000+00:002007-12-31T16:08:00.000+00:00I'm impressed with your mother, though I will admi...I'm impressed with your mother, though I will admit that my raita is always savory, not sweet, and I have never put wheat germ on ice cream. What DOES work, however, is wheat germ mixed with brown sugar and chopped nuts, lightly toasted. That is GREAT on ice cream! Maybe I could have gotten used to wheat germ on ice cream if I were used to that from a very early age. In a way, I am probably just as finicky about certain things as my kids are, though I am better at covering it...<BR/><BR/>Oddly enough, our kids have finally started to appreciate the fact that I am fussy about what we eat. Both of them have friends who are allowed to eat any sort of junk, and they have come to see that this isn't a good thing. My hope is that by the time they go off to college, they'll have a good enough foundation to carry on making good food choices. How nice to think that they would actually brag about my high standards some day, but I won't hold my breath.Mary Witzlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06458299046574564155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965824120120454342.post-24076253901363926842007-12-31T13:50:00.000+00:002007-12-31T13:50:00.000+00:00Have faith, Mary! My mother went through multiple...Have faith, Mary! My mother went through multiple food phases, though refined sugar, bologna and Sunbeam bread were forever banned from our house. <BR/><BR/>We were vegetarians for a couple of years (after she and Dad divorced, of course!), picking our way through bean-and-rice meals or huge salads filled with seeds and twigs.<BR/><BR/>She had her Earth Mother phase where she baked delicious sourdough bread, put wheat germ on everything, even ice cream (we'd cry when she ruined ice cream that way, much to her dismay!) and made her own yogurt from scratch. We got meat during this phase, but only hormone-free from local farms (WAY before the current local food movement!)<BR/><BR/>She went through a Malaysian phase where everything was insanely spicy. We had lots of meat, but it and whatever vegetables she used were cooked into unrecognizeable and highly fragrant pastes and put over super-spicy sesame-seed-studded rice, etc. Banana raita disappointed me badly -- cold and creamy, pudding-like and smelling of ripe bananas, it just seemed WRONG to my tongue that it was spicy and not sweet!<BR/><BR/>At the time, I was embarrassed by her food phases, and was sure all my friends laughed at me behind my back at school for my bizarre lunches of hummus and carrots and raw green beans, or the strong aromas wafting from my thermoses of rogan josh and korma curry. <BR/><BR/>As an adult however, I brag about Mom and her "cool" food phases back when all my friends were eating nitrate-laden bologna and cottony white bread. My brothers and I talk wistfully of freshly buttered, hot-from-the-oven sourdough bread heels and warm homemade yogurt with local honey.<BR/><BR/>Bet the day will come when both of your girls will be bragging about their "cool" mother who had such high standards for them!Caroliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11637418089860927715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965824120120454342.post-31541134771971738292007-03-19T16:58:00.000+00:002007-03-19T16:58:00.000+00:00Some of my ancestors were coal miners too, Brian, ...Some of my ancestors were coal miners too, Brian, and it definitely gave them appetites!<BR/><BR/>My mother grew up in Kentucky; her family all followed the southern fashion of 'cooking food to death' and they tended to fry everything in lard and add salt with a heavy hand. Many of the relatives on my mother's side suffered from obesity and diabetes from an early age. Perhaps that is why my mother decided that she would be different. First she stopped collecting 'drippings' or lard, then she cut down on salt, and finally she stopped serving meat. Her family were scandalized. My sisters went along with it, but I rebelled.<BR/><BR/>I would have loved your mother's style of cooking, Kim. My mother was famous (or infamous, I suppose) for her collard greens, and I yearned for my mother to cook with more butter and sugar. <BR/><BR/>Now I am glad she didn't, but my kids feel just the way I did. A trip to the supermarket with them can be one headache after another. I get a lot of practice saying NO. All I can do is hope that when they grow up they go back to the good healthy foodstuffs I try and promote.Mary Witzlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06458299046574564155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965824120120454342.post-2060622987563234152007-03-19T14:30:00.000+00:002007-03-19T14:30:00.000+00:00YOu've probably added 20 years ro their lives by g...YOu've probably added 20 years ro their lives by giving them a firm foundation in childhood.<BR/><BR/>My parents never ate greens and my mum would put a large spoon of sugar a large knob of butter in just about everything she cooked. <BR/><BR/>My wife was shocked when I expressed my surprise at the lack of sugar and butter in the food she cooked when we first started going out with each other.Kim Ayreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02656677501116622953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965824120120454342.post-26495352785613155992007-03-19T03:05:00.000+00:002007-03-19T03:05:00.000+00:00Food , glorious food !I have been a fatty a...Food , glorious food !<BR/><BR/>I have been a fatty all my life . My father was a coal miner , and after filling his 20 tons per day with his mate , he came home to eat not sparingly, and we ate along with him . The food was good staple stuff but there was a lot of sugar . Diabetes caught up with both him and me. Since my by-pass( a fairly minor one ) I have been much more careful with my diet -- with a nurse wife monitoring excesses . <BR/><BR/>You have caught the kid and food thing with a lovely precision , from their overdoing it to their embarrassment at mother being a stickler .<BR/><BR/>Nevertheless -- stickle away I say !brianf@ozonline.com.auhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17365273528988879923noreply@blogger.com