Showing posts with label eating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eating. Show all posts

Monday, November 7, 2011

The anthropological foodie

I may have graduated from college two - okay fine, almost three - years ago, however, as the saying goes, "You can take the girl out of the Anthropology seminar but you can't take the discourses on Foucault, human tendencies of classification and attempting to control the body out of the girl." What, that's not a saying? I'm pretty sure it is.

At any rate, I am always observing our world through the frame of my own knowledge and perspective, as we all do, and in my case this knowledge and perspective has its roots in anthropological theories and practices.

Therefore, when I hear or read of women {and yes, occasionally men} discussing their food choices, dietary preferences and past food struggles, I cannot help but make a small ethnographic study of these opinions and experiences.

My brief interaction with biological anthropology taught me that anthropologists can ascertain an alarming amount of detail about a past culture by observing its population's eating habits: the tools they used for hunting or farming, food preparation and eating, the role of food in religious customs, the specific types of foods native to their land and the role that food played on determining their culture. YES, food, it appears, can play a role in determining culture. Archaic peoples with a plethora of spices and exotic fruits available to them have a different cultural history than those who lived in sparser, colder, less fertile lands.

british food for royal wedding party...this is why they had to conquer so many countries

Consider our current climate. In the United States and in most of western civilization, we have an obsession with food. We love it. We can't stop thinking about it. We've built up entire industries around food - agriculture, factories for processed food production and packaging, shipping of food across countries and the world, distributors, restaurants, grocery stores, farmer's markets, charitable food drives and soup kitchens, food festivals...and that is just the tip of the iceberg.

For women {and again, I recognize that many men also fit in this camp}, food is something we love, yes, but it is so much more. Food is associated with: reward, guilt, celebration, good health, poor health, generosity, self-deprivation, gluttony, joy, fear, doubt, pleasure, pain...again, just the tip of the iceberg.

so many adjectives describe what's happening here...most of them gross


Food has become so much more than just food. Food, in its simplest form, is sustenance. Nourishment. Necessary for life just as water and oxygen. How often do you think to yourself, "have I breathed enough today? Too much? How much should I breathe tomorrow? What about on Thanksgiving?" That would most likely be never, unless you have some form of rare breathing disorder I have never heard of, and if that's the case, I'm sorry because that must be rough.

My point is not to dole out advice, such as, "eat when you're hungry and stop when you're full and don't worry about it," or "just use common sense about your diet," although those are two of the greatest pieces of diet advice on Earth. My point is to give you some food for thought (heh, sorry, couldn't help myself) ~ we take so much of our daily existence and thoughts and culture for granted. Try to take a moment to think, "why do I think about food so much?" and "why do I have absolutely no problem with the fact that I basically have to publicly disrobe to fly to my parents' house for Christmas?" Okay fine, totally unrelated, but totally intrinsic parts of our daily cultural experience that we accept without question.

well, why not?!?

Our cultural conceptions have not existed since the dawn of time, as we may believe, and I find it fascinating to take the time to unpack our tightly held beliefs and practices and consider how and why we've come to where we are. I find that doing so helps me find balance in my life, helps me approach situations with a greater degree of reason, and helps me bore people when I won't stop rambling about it.

Any boring, daily occurrences you think too much about?
How do you think about our eating habits?


If you haven't had enough of re-considering our so-called inherent cultural beliefs, check this interesting post on gender from Colleen, a psychology grad student who also probably thinks about humans too much.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Too soon...or never soon enough?

I firmly believe in the law...it's a federal law, not just a state thing...that you must not listen to Christmas music before Thanksgiving. Celebrating the greatest holiday in the history of holidays from October onwards is a both a sham and a shame.

Preparing oneself for said holiday, however, is not a crime in any size of community. This day of glory brings with it parties, gift giving occasions, decorating opportunities and fashion opportunities galore. And I am not going to allow them to catch me by surprise this year...as I have every single other year since birth.

Here is a break down of my aggressive takedown of Christmas {that sounds terrible}

1. I am baking a batch of cookies each weekend leading up to Christmas and freezing them so that they can be brought out at a moment's notice. Cookie swap? Nailed. Party I feel obligated to bring something to? Got it. Spontaneous gift? Done, and hand made. Made with my very hands!

week one's batch! partying in my freezer right now. recipe here

2. Create outline for Christmas gifts, listing who I need to purchase a gift for, what my gift-giving budget is, and a few ideas that fit within that budget. Hopefully some forethought will prevent me from panicking and spending too much money on a mediocre gift on December 24th. Not that that has ever happened before!

a couple of benjamins for a model ship? weider gifts have happened.

3. Put into writing a few healthy holiday rules. Although I know that a little holiday indulging isn't going to kill me, preventing myself from having a total free-fall into pie-land prepares me to greet food-oriented get togethers and seasonal desserts happily because I know which treats are worth splurging on and which are not. In my opinion, pumpkin pie is practically mandatory whereas pre-dinner cheese and cracker hour is not, I will stuff stuffing in my face but mashed potatoes can be left out of the party, and anything that is either prepackaged or that I have easy access to year-round can be skipped.

let's just say I wouldn't throw this away

4. Reviewing my closet and mentally prepping a few holiday event outfits, again so I'm not left in a panic purchasing something expensive, mediocre, and entirely unnecessary.


I mean with an outfit like this...who needs shopping?

5. On that note, and tying #4 into #2, budgeting how much expendable income I can use on myself during this season. The conclusion....not any a lot. So larger purchases - a new down coat, shopping carts full of new home decor, planning another out-of-town trip, all those new jeans I so desperately need...those will have to wait.

Hope these little ideas inspire you to greet the holidays - whichever you celebrate - prepared rather than scrambling!

How do you get ready for this bonanza season?

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Long run and a Christmas preview!

So as we all know, runners are a strange folk. Timely example: we are currently trying to sell our home and  today held a two hour open house. When I heard we were having an open house and I should probably be out of the house for the duration, my first thought was: oh, wonderful! Now I can get in the long run I have been meaning to do! Since coming home, I have not gone on a run longer than 8 - 10 miles and had been itching for a good excuse to get out and stay out. I was also tiring of running laps of my regular neighborhood loop but nervous to cross some of the larger suburban St. Louis streets that are less than pedestrian friendly. In fact, I would say that they are pedestrian-mean.

But knowing that I needed to get out of the house for about a two and a half hour time period, I put on my big girl shorts (which look like my little girl shorts - Nike running shorts, all of them) and ventured over to some sidewalk-less car-full streets to run laps around Tilles Park. While not as well landscaped as good ol' Central Park, what it lacks in iconic statuettes, variety of vegetation, and amusing tourist spotting, it makes up for in its number of neon playgrounds and mysterious workout equipment. This park is also the setting of Winter Wonderland, a holiday themed lights display that I say I will go to every holiday season and never do. This year, though! I will totally make it.

In that vein, in my first lap of the park, I saw this little fellow waiting anxiously for Thanksgiving when he will be displayed in all his full glory:

nobody puts Santa in the corner.

Santa Claus is coming to town! And I cannot wait.

My legs felt wonderful but about an hour into the run my stomach started eating itself. You know those people who don't get hungry after working out? I am not one of those people. I told my stomach to hold its dang horses, finished my run (waiting to return home until 15 minutes after the open house officially ended - I hear sweaty, smelly current residents turn off potential buyers...weird, I know), got home and just shoved a massive smoothie in the face. IN THE FACE.


Yup, just like that.

What's your favorite post-run snack?
What's your favorite scene from The Hangover? Surprise! Mine's the one right above. Close second: Tiger song. I LOVE TIGERS.
When do you start listening to Christmas music? We have a strict rule in our household - no Christmas tunes before Thanksgiving. Sometimes it is so very hard to wait.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Random Facts, She Wrote.

You know the section in Us Weekly - "25 things you didn't know about me," written by some random celebrity you didn't want to know 21 facts about? Yea, me neither....I've never touched that magazines, promise.

I've always thought it would be fun to think of my own 25 facts, but if you really put your brain to it, that is a lot of facts so I will compromise (with your patience) and present you with:

7 things you didn't know about me.

1. Whenever I put fruit in my oatmeal or cereal, I eat all of the fruit and then the oats/cereal because I don't actually like fruit in with my breakfast grains {it's a texture thing} but do it because I know it's good for me.

not all elements of this bowl will be eaten simultaneously

2. I have four fake teeth. Count 'em.

if you can't tell...well then, why did I?!

3. Incidentally, though, I love going to the dentist! Nothing beats that clean-teeth-feeling.

4. I tried to teach my childhood dog to read. Oddly enough, it was an unsuccessful endeavor.

5. I spent the summer of 2007 conducting an anthropological research project on a Cree Indian (technically, First Nation, as we were in Canada) reservation. Many of the children had never seen a blonde person in real life before and referred to me as "the barbie." I was not embarrassed at all. SIKE!

6. I am scared of birds. Seriously.

7. I am pretty sure I have seen every episode of "Murder, She Wrote"...twice. I am also pretty sure that the real reason I went to Colby College was to become a Mainer like my hero, Jessica Fletcher. Don't tell anyone that, though.

for some reason I felt this photo encapsulated me, in Maine


What is your favorite embarrassing television show?
Do you force yourself to eat certain 'healthy' dishes?
Do you think my current dog could learn to read?

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I discovered Luna Bars not longer after their inception (1999, in case you were wondering) as a junior high student in the early 2000's. Eating them made me feel like an athlete, although in real life I was that girl who was consistently picked last for kickball teams and still get a mild panic attack anytime someone suggests a pick-up game of football in the park. [side note: at a recent staff retreat day, I somehow blacked out and signed up to play softball and one of my teammates noted that I 'looked athletic,' causing me to laugh so hard that I struck out....three times]

Fast forward approximately a decade (eek!) later and I am continuing to fuel my "athletic" side with Luna bars - except this time, sort of for real.

One of my girlfriends from my American Cancer Society DetermiNation running team contacted me about joining an all-girls running club called Team Luna Chix. The premise is that, sponsored by Luna's Corporate Responsibility department, we run, we giggle, we gossip and we raise money for breast cancer research and awareness.

who could say no to these faces??

Really didn't need to twist my arm on that one.


they somehow bribed me to get myself to the starting line
The other bonus is that we get literally thousands of free mini-Luna Bars to munch on and share with other runners as a promotional tool for our running club. First of all, the mini bars are unbearably cute. Second of all, I live for free samples. Literally cannot get enough. I think I have a special radar in my brain that seeks out free samples high and low, and then devours them.

the REAL reason I joined....also, yes, please do check our website!
Anyway. The one con is that we do not get to pre-select the flavors of our free food. Hey, beggars can't be choosers. But turn that frown upside down, because some of the flavors (I'm talking to you, Lemon Zest) that previously made me feel like this:



now make me feel like this!!!



YAYYY broadening taste buds!

We run every Wednesday evening, so if you're in the NYC area and you're a chick and you like to run and also eat miniature snacks.....e-mail me! We are runners of all levels and typically split into two groups so that one group runs a long loop and one group runs a short loop. And we are so. much. fun.

If you are not in the NYC area, dry your tears as Luna's corporate responsibility arm has a long reach and there are Luna-sponsored running clubs nationwide. I'm told that the Orlando team is the model after which all other Luna teams aspire, but that won't last long now that we have a team here - nothing happens casually in New York City.