Are u what u eat?

Yesterday my daughter came and told me milk is not good food. I asked her who told her this and she said her friend who came to know after her mom attended some conference on today’s food habits. Well, I have grown up on milk and for me this idea that milk is not good could not be digested easily. With great difficulty I make my kids drink milk and feel happy that some wholesome food is going inside them, and now she is adamant that she is not going to take something that’s not good. Apparently, she has conveniently forgotten that potato chips and magi noodles also figured in the conference as junk food. Or maybe her friend ‘forgot’ to mention those ‘bad’ foods to her.

All these good food bad food talk made me think………..of days way back when we just didn’t bother about what we are eating, but unknowingly we were eating naturally good food. I remember how my grandmother used to step out to the yard with a knife and come back with a bunch of greens and tubes and stems and make delicious curries out of them, which we used to gulp down with our red rice, both for lunch and dinner. When did I really start worrying about calories and less rice and more wheat? It was a big surprise when last month my doctor advised me to be on a rice diet to curb my acidity while all the time I was super conscious to have more wheat than rice. He opened my eyes when he told your body structure is such that you need more rice and wheat doesn’t agree with you.

Life has become such that not only we have no time or space to grow our vegetables, but we don’t have time even to cut and cook vegetables. We would rather buy a ‘ready to eat’ pack from the supermarket, warn it and have it with our readymade parotta or chapathi. Sometimes I do wonder how or kids’ live will be when they grow up. We used to joke about having food tablets which will supply all we need for health without wasting time to eat. We teach out kids that at least one meal the family should eat together and that a family that eats together stays together happily.

After so much ‘food’ for my thoughts, my stomach is rumbling which reminds me that my breakfast is waiting and my milk is going cold.