We were invited to an annual Hanukkah party and attended last evening. Last year my daughter was so excited about getting chocolate coins at this event, she put them in her shoe either to hide or protect them and they melted. As we were all saying our good-byes I hear a screeching, “M-o-o-o-m-m-m-y” and she pulled a chocolate-covered foot from her Croc. The hostess was very kind and I was very embarassed.
The food became an issue again last night.
The lovely hostess put out vegetables & hummus dip, pepperoni & gouda cheese, crackers, then chips and dip in a beautiful glass bowl with attached dish. And the children’s eyes immediately glazed over. They became chip zombies. If we had been in the Sudan delivering cheeseburgers there could not have been more of a mad rush to get at the food source.
As I stuffed pepperoni and gouda cheese into my gullet I was so disgusted. I could see myself in the children’s gluttonous desire to push each other out of the way and get at these fat laden, vitamin-free, salty, greasy potato chips.
It went on, and on, and on. One of the children parked a chair at the table near the chips. His sister pushed him over onto the floor. They screamed, they jostled, they munched.
When the children’s chips were gone they came into the adult area, pretending they needed to speak with a parent. As they spoke of nonsense they would slyly sidle over to the adult platter and begin stuffing 4-inch chips into their 3-inch lips, mouth wide open as they chewed. The smacking sounds were making me absolutely nuts. The poorly executed sneakiness in combination with the naked gluttony made me want to retch.
This must be how my husband feels when he takes my daughter and I to a Mexican restaurant and watches us demolish a bowl of nacho chips and salsa.
What in the hell do the manufacturers put into our food that makes us act far worse than any animal? Some of us are so over-nourished, yet continue to pack it in. And as for the opposite side of the spectrum, one of the children at the party actually drinks Ensure because he is so underweight. His mother could not convince him to eat his chicken, but he was the child who pulled his chair up to the chip bowl. Something is so wrong here that I can’t even begin to comprehend what’s going on.
I will never purchase a bag of chips again in this lifetime. And I really mean it. I am so angry that we continue to support these companies that sell us poison in a package and call it food.
White flour, sugar, hydrogenated oils, high fructose corn syrup. These ingredients are all legal, acceptable to serve at parties, gifted to our children. They are just like crack: addictive and detrimental to your health.
I’m really sick of this shit.