Saturday, November 20, 2021

Diet for a Small Family


My days as a chef were short. They were out of necessity more than anything else. I had two daughters to feed.

My staple recipes came from Frances Moore Lappe's small paperback book, Diet for a Small Planet, the 1975 copyright edition, The original copyright was 1971. 

I didn't need glasses to read the tiny print, which now appears fuzzy and impossible to discern without a pair of spectacles. I still own the same book. A couple of the recipes have remained family favorites over the years. Namely, Clam Spaghetti and Monastery Lentils.

When first published, Lappe's book "virtually created the publishing category of food politics and turned [her] into what she once self-deprecatingly called, "the Julia Child of the soybean circuit," according to a recent piece in the New York Times https://www.nytimes.com/2021/11/20/style/frances-moore-lappe-diet-small-planet.html about the author and the 50-year anniversary of her little book that created a big shift toward our approach to sustainable food.

It's a vegetarian cookbook with emphasis on whole grains and fresh vegetables. The recipes are simple and the resulting dishes healthy, emphasizing complimentary protiens. Not being a strict vegetarian, I incorporated Italian sausage into Lappe's recipe for whole-wheat and soy flour pizza.

I haven't made that pizza crust in years. 

I did make the Clam Spaghetti dish for my dear Mother-in-Law during a trip to Southern California a few yeas ago. She loved it, or so she told me. Perhaps what she really loved was having me cook for her for a change.

Understanding how adventuresome she is about food, I had given her a copy of Diet some time before that, but the latest edition did not contain the recipe for Clam Spaghetti. 

Thanks to Frances, I was able to provide healthy meals to my daughters. The book has always had a special place in our kitchen, and in my heart.

Following is from the recent New York Times article:

'[Diet for a Small Planet] was published during 'a very idealistic time for American youth...  There was also this idea of the personal is political. Her book filled the blanks.'

Today, a similar desire for personal and planetary health pervades the culture. There's been such a consciousness shift around food that fast-food restaurants new serving plant-based burgers, and climate change activists are once again calling for cutting consumption of beef, though for different reasons, including its outsize impact on greenhouse gas emissions.

Surveying the current landscape, Lappe mentioned with approval the proliferation of community and school gardens and the thousands of farmers' markets around the country. 'These didn't exist 50 years ago.'

But Ms. Lappe is troubled by the way healthy eating has become an elitist activity, saying of $12 green smoothies, 'That's not what I'm all about at all.' She's also ambivalent about plant-based meats made in a lab. While they contribute less to climate change, they are not a solution to fixing our broken food system.'

'It keeps processed foods as our staple. The answer is healthy foods that come directly from the earth, or as close as possible.'

Nowadays people seem to eat much better, and much worse. Processed foods loaded with sugar dominate the supermarket shelves, and nearly 1 in 7 Americans now have diabetes. 'Food is life itself -- and we've turned it into a killer. It's jaw-dropping.'

I feel very grateful to have had a mother who cooked from scratch. And my wife Barbara has continued the same tradition.


Recipe for Clam Sauce with Garlic and Wine from Diet for a Small Planet copyright 1975:

avg. serving = approx. 12 g usable protein,  28-34% of daily protein allowance

Start cooking:

1/2 lb spaghetti   

Drain juice from 2-3 8 oz cans minced clams and set aside

Saute'

1/4 cup olive oil

2 cloves garlic minced

Stir in:

clam juice

3/4 cup chopped parsley

2 tbsp white wine

1 tsp basil

1/2 tsp salt

dash pepper

Now add clams and heat through while you drain the spaghetti. Serve over spaghetti. A special dish that is no trouble at all! For a feast include garlic bread and Caesar salad.                                                             

                                                                                                                                                              












Thursday, November 18, 2021

Come All Ye Faithful


I haven't published anything

on my blog for a few weeks, since the World Series, which was won by the Atlanta Braves. I did write a story about spooky Halloween trick-or-treaters that mentioned the final WS game and the Mexican celebration of the Day of the Dead. 

I may have tried to cram too many subjects into two pages. Although it is surprising how much you can say with little space. Space is all we really have. That, and faith.

I read my Halloween-etc story to my writing group but never posted it. 

Reading out loud to an audience is the best way to understand what written words sound like, where the inflections should be, if the rhythm and pace are working, if I can pronounce the words. Often I cannot. Is it com-pare-a-ble, or compra-ble? Is it lever (as in Leave it to Beaver) or (I drove my Chevy to the levy) leh-ver?

By the time I felt ready to post the Halloween story, it seemed as stale as a three-day-old bagel. Thanksgiving and the holiday season were approaching at break-neck speed. So I started a piece about Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, which led me into a few rabbit holes and I wasn't digging where I was going. 

As we approach the festive season, we remember seasons of yore, some of which didn't go as well as we had hoped. Like when Uncle Edgar helped himself to one too many cocktails and the ceiling came down. Or it seemed that way when he began insulting the hosts who knew better than to invite him in the first place. The guy who never says a word until that sixth bourbon and water.

That's not mentioning the searingly hot subject of politics at a family gala. There's more than a turkey on the table.

The stakes are higher than ever because of COVID. Raise your hand if you've had it. It's astonishing how many have been afflicted, and are still alive to talk about it.

And you received two vaccinations? A breakthrough. Is there a better word? Like breakdown.

So we have a rebellious daughter who is not vaccinated, doesn't believe in it, never has, never will. All politics are phony, pharmaceutical corporations are bent on greed, mainstream news feeds on fear and injecting toxins into your body is dangerous to your health.

She relies upon manifesting her desires by calling upon Mother Universe and all the far galaxies of orbiting stars that have already spun out but were -- err, are -- a few light years ahead and the past is future and we may, as integral parts of the whole, overcome our traumas from past lives before they even happen.

In other words: herd immunity.

I've had two vaccines and a booster.

I am basically a rule follower. I have faith.

Fauci the expert says do it and I do. It's my nature. In Fauci I trust. I realize that there are many here amongst us who sincerely believe that Fauci is the Devil. Or drop the "D." A rapacious capitalist animal torturer.

Go on Facebook if you don't believe me.

Don't mention FB to me, though. I swore off after I heard that Zuckerberg changed the name to Meta. (cue Twilight Zone theme.)

Knowing how Z looks when he gets an idea in head scares the hell out of me. You've seen the photos. Is he for real? He may be one of those avatars. I know he's digital. Saw it on Instagram.

I just want a peaceful holiday season with my family and the in-laws. Can't we just get along for a few hours. Okay, minutes. Talk about sports and music. Maybe play music. Eat pie. Dance a little.  We surely can.

But what if they're not vaccinated? Are they invited.? Do we not get together in an indoor environment with our daughter and grandchildren because they are unvaccinated? What about my 96-year-old great-grandma-mother-in-law? She's had all her shots. 

If we make it through this Holiday Season unscathed. At peace in one piece. It will be a miracle.

I believe in miracles.

As Sister Gualberta said: Faith overcomes doubt. Faith is not knowing but believing.

I'm going into the holidays with a hopeful spirit, a great measure of faith, looking forward to a martini on Christmas Eve.

Cheers!

There: I got a jump on the holidays. Do I still have to go shopping?