Monday, June 1, 2015
The Health Food Diner
11:06 PM |
Posted by
Kaplan Center for Health and Wellness
I have been wondering and wondering what to
write about this week. Honestly there are so many different topics to cover,
but none of them felt “right” to me. Do you ever have those moments when
something sounds good on paper, but in your gut it just doesn’t click? Me Too! Well
I had a nice long blog post written out, but at the last minute I just had to
do something else.
As an undergraduate I went to a liberal arts
university that strongly emphasized the integration of art and literature into
every subject and class that we studied. At the time, it was rather irritating!
J But now, it allows me to see the world in an
entirely different way. In particular, I love observing how literature reflects
what is happening in society, and role of food in society is no exception.
There are many “governmental” examples of this
– for example, you can tell that the US is in the Great Depression simply by
the food guidelines published in that time frame. But, we can’t overlook what writers and poets
talk about in their poems. These reflections by writers/poets, allow us to
imagine what is happening in the time they wrote it. In the poem below by Maya
Angelou, I imagine that this is written either in the late 1970’s/early 80’s
(with the first “health boom” or obsession with low fat come about) or even
today! What does this poem tell you about society and the food culture at this
time?
The Health-Food Diner - Poem by Maya Angelou
The Health-Food Diner
No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,
(Today, I need a steak).
Not thick brown rice and rice pilaw
Or mushrooms creamed on toast,
Turnips mashed and parsnips hashed,
(I'm dreaming of a roast).
Health-food folks around the world
Are thinned by anxious zeal,
They look for help in seafood kelp
(I count on breaded veal).
No smoking signs, raw mustard greens,
Zucchini by the ton,
Uncooked kale and bodies frail
Are sure to make me run
to
Loins of pork and chicken thighs
And standing rib, so prime,
Pork chops brown and fresh ground round
(I crave them all the time).
Irish stews and boiled corned beef
and hot dogs by the scores,
or any place that saves a space
For smoking carnivores.
No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,
(Today, I need a steak).
Not thick brown rice and rice pilaw
Or mushrooms creamed on toast,
Turnips mashed and parsnips hashed,
(I'm dreaming of a roast).
Health-food folks around the world
Are thinned by anxious zeal,
They look for help in seafood kelp
(I count on breaded veal).
No smoking signs, raw mustard greens,
Zucchini by the ton,
Uncooked kale and bodies frail
Are sure to make me run
to
Loins of pork and chicken thighs
And standing rib, so prime,
Pork chops brown and fresh ground round
(I crave them all the time).
Irish stews and boiled corned beef
and hot dogs by the scores,
or any place that saves a space
For smoking carnivores.
Emily Boldrin PhD, RD
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