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A couple of years ago I was on the verge of losing my house and so there was Ramen in the house. This was before I discovered PB. I knew it wasn't good nutrition, but I could get a 12 count box for $1.88 at Walmart. When I only had $5 for groceries, that pretty much was my only option (I thought at the time). I finally just decided that no matter how cheap it was, it wasn't worth how crappy I felt after I ate it, so the last four packs went in the compost bin in the yard. I didn't break it up or anything, just unwrapped the noodles and tossed them in. It took almost a month in the desert heat with even a couple of rainstorms in that time for those suckers to stop looking like noodles in the exact conformation they came out of the package. Scary stuff.
Last edited by RobinNM; 07-13-2012, 10:38 PM.
And for whoever asked if this is a once a year faire phenomena - nope. Traveling carnivals do it, certain restaurants will do it, Catering shoppes will do it on request. And many enterprising souls do it at home. I'll agree that it's not yet staple American fare (with possible exceptions in certain counties of Georgia, North and South Cackalacka, Alabama, and Mississipi where such items probably appear on the local school menus) but the day is coming.
Fake meat, first 4 ingredients water, vegetable oil, soybeans, wheat flour. Fried in corn oil. Every night.
Hey, Gadsie, what are you doing in Groningen? My family is from there.
And I don't know about the worst non-primal...there is so much variety out there (and my mom used to cook pretty decent meat and potato type meals), but for awhile there was this stuff called Koogle that you spread on your bread..."with the ko-ko-koogely eyes." I think we had it in the house once.
After visiting the dentist my mom used to give us 10 cents (ironic, I know) to spend on whatever we wanted at Blackwells. Blackwells had this awesome penny candy section and you would take a little paper bag and fill it up with all this candy that was 5 for a penny or something like that. Those big licorice pipes were two cents though so I used to feel like I was being ripped off if I just bought one candy for two cents. And there were also these candies that were shaped like strawberries and were sort of mallowy, and mallow bananas, and blackballs that would change colours as you sucked them so you were always taking them out of your mouth to see the colours. Since that time I have had one of those strawberry candies - gross!!! and amazingly bitter, I can only imagine that it is from all the chemicals.
Kids in my school filled with Dutch immigrants used to come to school with speculaas cookies on their white bread, but my mom would have none of that, no matter how much we begged her.
Female, age 51, 5' 9"
SW - 183 (Jan 22, 2012), CW - 159, GW - healthy.
Met my 2012 goals by losing 24 pounds.
2013 goals are to get fit and strong!
Probably anything I ate before the age of 40 anytime I was trying to get "healthy." When I finally figured out that "govt guidelines" had nothing to do with health and everything to do with subsidizing agribusiness, I found what I like, and amazingly enough, felt good, looked good, etc.
Worst offenders: tofu, beans, rice. Same things we feed livestock to fatten it up. Well, maybe not the tofu. The reason I call them the worst offenders is that they're fobbed off as healthy foods. Cakes, pizza, candy, etc. are not primal, but no one is pushing them as healthy daily recommendations.
"Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine
I ate a lot of really cheap non-Primal food when I was young and poor, but my husband's non-Primal food tops anything I ate:
A lard sandwich made with white bread and vinegar.
That's right. Just lard.
I know that some people think that lard is paleo, but to me it is just nasty. I use it to make soap.
In my mom's village (Germany), they did this when I was a kid: they take a simple white roll and sandwich a Negerkuess in there. A Negerkuess is a huge chocolate-dipped marshmallow cream bomb.
(For all you German speakers - yea, I know this is not a PC term, but it is what the locals called them, so I give you historical accuracy.)
Yeah, the Dutch just changed the name a few years back to just zoenen, IIRC. Many kids there eat bread (usually white) with margarine and hagelslag (chocolate sprinkles) for breakfast. I remember seeing some kind of ad or PSA about kids needing a healthy breakfast and this was what they thought they should be eating. What???
Oh god, I forgot about faire foods. The state, ren, or local fair is one place I'll eat just about anything and damn the consequence (and every year I go home and embrace the hydrocodone.) The worst offender was the state fair before I left Dallas: funnel cake, fried oreos, fried beer, chili in a bread bowl, fried milky way, fried something-my-dad-bought, and enough dr. peppers to kill a pony.
I also forgot about some of my childhood treats.
Biscuits and Goop: canned biscuits dipped in a mixture of "maple" syrup and peanut butter.
Christmas breakfast the year I was 12: chocolate pancakes with candy canes mashed into the batter, drenched in chocolate syrup and cool whip, served with chocolate milk, chocolate chip awfuls, and chocolate dipped bacon. I loved it, but I chowed down on much healthier fare for the rest of the day because the idea of more sugar made me nauseous.
A concoction I used to make and down before my folks noticed: parmesan cheese sawdust and chocolate syrup, swirled and licked out of my hand.
I'm also sure I ate crayons and god only knows what all else when I was a toddler. According to mom, my favorite food wasn't food.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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