Oink, oink

Apparently it’s really, really easy to eat healthy, we’re all just lazy and need to be schooled. This was the sentiment of one commenter on a recent post on another blog. The thing is dinner isn’t just numbers and calories and Alphas and and Ds and Omegas, it is filling the hole for the night, and an emotional link.

Tonight I had potato pancakes/latkes from the freezer (lazy slob!), fried in butter (OMG FATTY!), in cast iron (*grumble* iron supplement half point…), with sliced smoked pork chop (evil meat eater!), and it was perfect. Cast iron really seems to do well with potatoes, and while it’s extra work to clean up, it reminds me of an old heavy skillet that we have in the house in Sweden.

The smoked pork is a new (or at least here) product and is really useful for a busy person like me. Since it’s smoked it will keep for a while and I don’t have to add flavor. In fact I don’t even really need to cook it, I just do because it intensifies the taste. It also reminds me of Sweden, where smoked meats are more common, and it is easy.

I guess some people who meet me think I eat unhealthily because I can, but really I tend to eat less (and drink less) than most and I had parents who made a real effort to get me to eat a variety of things.  I just don’t want to eat something “light” if it is a desperate attempt by some multinational conglomerate to tell me I can have my cake and eat it too. It’s better to have a small dollop of real cream from a moo-cow than shovel whipped oil with sugar and artificial flavoring into you. That and a fair bit of exercise lets you eat things the nagging ninnies tell you you can’t.

I’ll never be a convert to healthy eating for its own sake; it has to taste good, and until you can change people’s perceptions of what is healthy and yummy, the epidemic of obesity will continue.

Julia Child used butter and lived a good life, and botoxed bitches from Orange County move their food around on the plate; you know who had a better, happier life. It’s just about balance: English breakfast every day = BAD, English breakfast maybe once a month/as a treat? Yeah alright. Or like a beer with dinner. You can have a beer with dinner, you don’t have to have a six pack.