Label Madness Monday: Funky Hash (No, not *that* hash!)

In the words of The Bangles, “It’s just another manic Monday.” So here we are, another week, and another label. Considering that one of my recent posts (about the large intestine) was longer than a blog post has any right to be, I’ll keep this one kind of short. What are we serving up today? That breakfast staple, that complete meal-in-one, that mix of protein, fat, and carbohydrate that any short order cook worth his salt could cook in his sleep: roast beef hash!

Label Madness Monday: Something’s Fishy!

If you bought a bunch of soybeans—whether dry roasted and crunchy, frozen and shelled, or whole edamame still in the pods—would you expect to find any tuna fish in the package? No, right? Because that would be just plain crazy. I mean, you’re buying beans. You want beans, not fish. So tell me, then, why there are soybean residues in cans of tuna fish! If I’m buying tuna, I want fish, not beans. They would never think to put fish in a package of beans. So what’s up with putting beans in packages of fish?

Label Madness Monday

What’s really lurking in our food?

Another week has blown by, and you know what that means:  time for the next installment of Label Madness Monday! Last time, I introduced the series and showed you some pretty ridiculous food labels. (Remember that? Oranges, pears, and peaches that were canned with artificial sweeteners because I guess nature didn’t make its candy sweet enough for our modern taste buds. Oy.) Last week I also mentioned that if your favorite grocery store shares initials with one of America’s founding fathers, then you were in for a rude awakening. I’m not here to bash Trader Joe’s. (I’ll save that for a separate post, hehheh.) The truth is, I buy food there occasionally, but it’s been getting harder and harder to find food there. Why? Well, I’ve noticed that you’ve got to navigate through massive piles of cookies, chocolate, frozen treats, and sugary candy masquerading as trail mix and granola in order to find the real food. Yes, TJ’s has a very nice selection (with great prices!) of meat, poultry, seafood, produce, and dairy, but they also stock a seemingly limitless supply of  junk. (Note: TJ’s is not alone in this area. If your other favorite grocery store shares initials with Will Ferrell, they are even more guilty.) But again, this series isn’t about the stores; it’s about the labels. So here we go.

Working Hard, or Hardly Working?

For someone who claims to love writing as much as I do, I’ve done despicably little of it here lately. But don’t let that fool you. Just because I haven’t posted in…*checks date of last post*…omigosh…8 weeks (eek!!), doesn’t mean I’ve been sitting on my derriere forgetting all about health, nutrition, and real food. In fact, I’m eyeball deep in training to become a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner. You’ll forgive me if reading textbooks, listening to and watching audio and video lectures, and turning in all the homework hasn’t left with me oodles of extra time to wax poetic about the gorgeous natural yellow of butter from cows eating rapidly growing spring grass. (But rest assured, I am never not waxing poetic about this; I just haven’t had much chance to blog about it, hehheh.)