I cook mostly with Olive oil. Coconut oil is said to be great but I just don't like the taste of coconut too much - although I tolerate it well in Thai soup.
In terms of processed foods, I try to avoid those with soybean oil and hydrogenated oils. I'm not strict or psycho about it either.
Here's a guide to oils.
Speaking of healthy food. It's remarkable how paternalistic and patronizing nanny-states like Michelle Obama are:
"So you marched into the supermarket,” she say. “You picked up a can or a box of something, you squinted at that little, tiny label — and you were totally and utterly lost. . . . All you could do was scratch your head, confused and bewildered, and wonder: Is there too much sugar in this product? Is 50 percent of the daily allowance of riboflavin a good thing or a bad thing? And how on Earth could this teeny little package contain five whole servings? . . . Unless you had a thesaurus, a calculator, a microscope or a degree in nutrition, you were out of luck. So you felt defeated, and you just gave up and went back to buying the same stuff you always buy.”
Da fuck is she talking about?
No, seriously. Someone clue me in because that's some derping right there.
And what's this about non-elected officials compelling business to pander to their pet projects like this?
Michelle's gibberish (maybe she should start with her husband who doesn't seem to keep to a healthy diet himself), made me think of what she'd think of my upbringing.
My mother used to give me a raw egg and Marsala concoction before school. Nothing like a shot of liquor before class.
In any event, I really, really, really don't give a shit about what politicians and the government think about what constitutes a daily healthy diet because there's no such thing as a 'one size fits all' diet. We're such a complex animal we all have different tastes, tolerances and digestive issues. They may call for x amount of food groups and servings but it means shit to a person with severe allergies or other issues particular to their dietary needs.
Besides, I likely eat better than them anyway. They can only dream about the meals my mother made us growing up.
In terms of processed foods, I try to avoid those with soybean oil and hydrogenated oils. I'm not strict or psycho about it either.
Here's a guide to oils.
Speaking of healthy food. It's remarkable how paternalistic and patronizing nanny-states like Michelle Obama are:
"So you marched into the supermarket,” she say. “You picked up a can or a box of something, you squinted at that little, tiny label — and you were totally and utterly lost. . . . All you could do was scratch your head, confused and bewildered, and wonder: Is there too much sugar in this product? Is 50 percent of the daily allowance of riboflavin a good thing or a bad thing? And how on Earth could this teeny little package contain five whole servings? . . . Unless you had a thesaurus, a calculator, a microscope or a degree in nutrition, you were out of luck. So you felt defeated, and you just gave up and went back to buying the same stuff you always buy.”
Da fuck is she talking about?
No, seriously. Someone clue me in because that's some derping right there.
And what's this about non-elected officials compelling business to pander to their pet projects like this?
Michelle's gibberish (maybe she should start with her husband who doesn't seem to keep to a healthy diet himself), made me think of what she'd think of my upbringing.
My mother used to give me a raw egg and Marsala concoction before school. Nothing like a shot of liquor before class.
In any event, I really, really, really don't give a shit about what politicians and the government think about what constitutes a daily healthy diet because there's no such thing as a 'one size fits all' diet. We're such a complex animal we all have different tastes, tolerances and digestive issues. They may call for x amount of food groups and servings but it means shit to a person with severe allergies or other issues particular to their dietary needs.
Besides, I likely eat better than them anyway. They can only dream about the meals my mother made us growing up.
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