Marion Nestle continues to fight the good fight, trying to prevent every single American from becoming a Biggest Loser contestant in waiting. This time, she’s taking on chocolate milk in schools and she’s taking heat as usual, being accused of being a Food Nazi and trying to tell people what they can and can not eat.
Well, screw that.
Someone’s got to take responsibility for what’s being shoved down our kids throats if parents aren’t going to.
The milk industry is trying to convince parents that sweetened and flavored milk is about they only way they’re going to get their kids to drink it, and it wouldn’t surprise me a bit if parents fell for that argument hook, line and sinker.
Do these parents not remember elementary school, because I do. And I distinctly recall that chocolate milk was not an option back in the austere 1970s when the term “childhood obesity rate” was hardly ever used. We all brought our 5 cents to school and got to choose between whole milk or 2% and we’d drink it every morning. WITHOUT A SNACK!!
No one died. No one got sick. No one complained. We drank our milk because that just what you did.
I always wanted chocolate milk. I would beg for it. My mom refused about 99% of the time. She told me it would ruin my appetite. I sullenly drank my white milk, because she told me to. Every once in a blue moon she’d let me have chocolate milk when we went to the local cafeteria and I got to drink it after I ate my dinner. Once, I gulped it down so fast I threw up.
So what happened to those days? Why aren’t parents today insisting their kids drink plain milk and not viewing chocolate milk as an occassional treat? My short answer is that parents are lazy. It’s much easier to give into your kids who are always going to pester you for something sweet– it’s in our biological make up to want sweets. And that is why kids are fat and getting fatter.
Someone needs to be a parent. Right now, Marion Nestle and the others who are fighting back against this chocolate milk propaganda campaign are the only ones with the balls to do it. Call them Food Nazis if you want, but know that term is really just another term for being a grown up.
Big food has gone and done it again.
Following in the footsteps of individually-owned mobile food trucks and carts, like the L.A.-based Kogi truck that became a twittering sensation, Taco Bell is now tweeting the location of its taco truck.
WTF? Why on earth would Taco Bell need a mobile taco truck? You can’t swing a dead cat and not hit a Taco Bell– they are everywhere. The people following these tweets must be seriously impaired if they can’t find a bricks and mortar store somewhere. They probably believe in death panels, too.
The whole idea of mobile food carts tweeting their location is because they don’t have a bricks and mortar location or a multi-million dollar marketing budget like Taco Bell. Plus, quite often, as is currently happening in L.A., the trucks get shooed away from certain areas where they park, so they have to move along– losing clientele each time they have to pull up stakes. It would be the equivalent of cops coming and chasing away all the customers at a restaurant with a permanent location.
Big Food has jumped the shark again. Never, ever doubt its ability to co-opt a good idea and make it stink.
Organic Twinkies, anyone?
I have found what could quite possibly be the world’s largest cinnamon roll. I’m not counting the cinnamon rolls that are made as part of a stunt to get into some sort of world record book or in honor of National Cinnamon Roll day (if there is such a thing, which I’m sure there probably is). I’m just talking about your everyday, average, run-of-the-mill cinnamon rolls served at diners, cafes and restaurants on a regular basis.
I encountered this behemoth, butter-laden pastry at the Rocking Chair Cafe in Conway, Missouri which is smack-dab between Springfield and Lebanon along I-44. I’d read the cinnamon rolls were big here, but I was not fully prepared for what I saw as the waitress approached my table. When she saw my face she guffawed. Other patrons whispered and tittered as I whipped out my camera to take a photo (little did they know that I take pictures of lots of food).
It was so big it was spilling off the plate. This cinnamon roll was 7 inches across and 3 1/2 inches high in the center and about 3 inches around the outside (yes, I actually used a ruler). And DAMN was it ever good. Sometimes big food can be really disappointing, but not this time. They way I figure it, it was at least 147 cu. inches of scrumptiousness. And I know I’m a hypocrite the way I go on about this cinnamon roll because I’m the first to complain about how gargatuan portion sizes doled out at restaurants are making Americans fat, but in my defense I had to struggle to finish half of it.
I googled for photos of what other people consider the “biggest cinnamon roll” and found a few examples here and here that pale in comparison to the monster at the Rocking Chair. Are there any other cinnamon rolls out there that can beat this one? I’d love to see it if there is.