Friday, June 18, 2010
Learning from the past and the future.
And yes, pizza would be eaten morning, noon, or night, instead of bread. So, Monday was pizza mostly, Tuesday was minestrone, Wedn. was pasta and another legume, Thu. was meat day, Friday fish day, Sat. pasta with seasonal greens. On Sunday we feasted, with pasta and tomato sauce with meat.
My point is that we were never full. We were always looking to have that piece of bread with tomatoes and olive oil known as bruschetta and served as an appetizer. For us, it could be breakfast, lunch or dinner. (Should you be curious to find out more about my early childhood growing up in war torn Italy of WWII, visit my memoir blog: When I Was Your Age A Memoir.)
Sixty years later, and my new family is cursed not with scarsity, but with abundance. Too many choices, too many opportunities to indulge and make the wrong choices
I never worried about dieting until my children came along. From the time I had them, everyone was talking about what to feed them, how often, how much. My instincts took over many times, thank God. I chose to breastfeed before La Leche League made it acceptable, chose to make all my own baby food by blending what we were eating and freezing it in ice-cube trays, and serving a variety of fresh produce as often as I could. It didn't hurt at all that we lived in California and in Florida those years, where fresh food is available year round.
Instincts and experience help a whole lot, letting you know what direction to move.
With the internet, with plenty of books, we can learn about nutrition and health and live well into our nineties.
Our parents never had it this good. They never had so many choices, and so many resources.