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July 21: National Junk Food Day

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

Check this out.  Lorette C. Luzajic, a contributer here at The Paleo Garden, wrote this piece for Head Start For Baby.

How do you plan on celebrating National Junk Food Day?  

They’re Happy Because They Eat Butter: Sally Fallon’s Nourishing Traditions

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

by Lorette C. Luzajic

Sally Fallon and the Weston A. Price Foundation have been enduring the ridicule and hostility of the food and medical industries and a brainwashed public for the past decade. Cheerful quotes like “They’re happy because they eat butter” and the Foundation’s relentless campaign against soy foods have earned them snide mockeries and patronizing eye rolling from every side. I was one of the latter, sadly, when I first came upon Sally’s Nourishing Traditions: the Cookbook that Challenges Politically Correct Nutrition and the Diet Dictocrats.

You all know the story by now: I was sick, tired, addicted, depressed, fat, puffy, slow, itchy, in pain, and constantly sick. I was pretty sure I’d have to become a vegetarian again because I was getting sicker by the day. Even though I was eating copious amounts of healthy whole grain foods- barley, couscous, quinoa, millet, granola, wheat germ, you name it, I felt like crap. I thought I was eating too much meat, though it barely made an appearance on my table. I picked up Sally’s book because I assumed that “challenges politically correct nutrition” meant she was going to combat the poisonous, prevailing attitude that humans are supposed to eat meat. But when I opened the book and flipped through it, I was told to eat bones, brains and raw meat. I dropped the book like a hot potato.

But as they say in Narcotics Anonymous, “insanity is doing something you’ve done a thousand times and expecting different results.” It just didn’t dawn on me that I’d been struggling to be vegetarian, vegan, or almost-vegetarian for a very long time but wasn’t getting any healthier. I thought we were brainwashed by the “beef board” to reach for animal foods and line their pockets while making ourselves sick. This cookbook is responsible for my conversion- to health, to religious adamancy about the real human diet, and to writing about meat.

It’s funny how far removed from health food “natural, health food” aficionados really are. Was I so malnourished that I wasn’t able to think for myself? Now, following the principles of Nourishing Traditions, it is obvious that real food means real food, the way our grandparents and ancient ancestors ate it. It’s insane that it is so radical to view vegetable oil as a health scourge. On the surface, what could be more wholesome than vegetable oil? But by giving it some thought, reality would show through the haze: vegetable oil is an industrial food. Aside from olive oil and some nuts here and there, we’ve never used it widely in history. It is foreign to our bodies. It goes against common sense- you have to press a lot of corn or soy to get oil. And for the most part, it’s hydrogenated. So what in the world is “healthy” oil? Using the words “butter” and “lard” still makes me cringe. Yet these are traditional, unprocessed foods. We have been taught that we’ve been taught to love these foods by the dairy board or meat industry. But the truth is, we’ve always loved them. We were taught to fear them by the monocrop industry.

It’s painfully clear now when I set food in a “health food store” how few health foods are sold there. It’s more like a candy store except that nothing tastes good. It’s so obvious that whole, traditional foods means farm-fresh eggs, beef, pork, lamb, bone broth, fresh herbs, zucchini, collard greens, fish, butter, olives, apples, peas, cabbage, berries and so on. How can bottled, isolated supplements, powdered plant proteins, canned “organic” sauces, chemicals to replace eggs, and boxes of puffed, processed grains be health food? What are we thinking?

Insanity is doing something you’ve done a thousand times and expecting different results. Though my diet had barely any meat in it, or none, for as long as I could remember, I kept blaming meat for my illness and fatigue. It was time to try something else. Sally’s book points out how pervasive these terrifying diseases are- cancer, diabetes, arthritis, mental illness, obesity, heart disease- and asks how old foods like meat and animal fat could be responsible for new diseases. Since we are eating less animal foods than ever before, wouldn’t it stand to reason that the diseases implicated by eating them should disappear? Why do we get fatter while obsessed with low-fat foods? Why do cookbooks by the heart and diabetes associations rail against saturated fat while offering recipes “loaded with sugar and white flour”?

“This is politically correct nutrition,” Sally writes. “It singles out…eggs and beef, but spares the powerful and highly profitable grain cartels, vegetable oil producers, and the food processing industry…”

“They take exercise seriously, many have stopped smoking, consumption of fresh vegetables has increased, …America has cut back on red meats and animal fats. But none of these measures has made a dent in the ever-increasing toll of degenerative disease…We buy foods labeled low fat, no cholesterol, reduced sodium, thinking they are good for us. Why, then, are we still sick?”

This is the question on which Sally’s whole book is based. Her recipes and nutritional information take fake foods off of the table- sugar, chemicals, puffs, soy, flour, processed or industrial foods. And she puts real food back on the table, including real food that we forgot existed- yes, like butter, and yes, like bones, brains, and organs. What the heck is that soy-salt-chemical lump that now passes for “vegetable stock” flavouring? Forget it- stock comes the way your grandmother made it, with real vegetables and real bones simmered for hours. This is the most nourishing multivitamin in the world. Bones are made up of dozens of vital minerals.

Furthermore, Sally teaches us to prepare grains and legumes the way we used to, soaking and fermenting. These practices are ancient and wise traditions that neutralized harmful anti-nutrients.

The best part about this cookbook is the fascinating nutritional information provided. Sally explains how carbohydrates work; what’s wrong with hydrogenation; what cholesterol really does; what fats do what and why; how sugar causes decay from the inside and not just the outside; how the vegetarian inhabitants of India have one of the shortest life spans we know; why powdered milk and eggs or puffed grains are poor choices; the role of every mineral and vitamin; what is spirulina: why all cultures have traditionally consumed fermented foods like sauerkraut; how enzymes work, and just about everything else you need to know.

But Sally doesn’t ask you just to accept her word against the word of all of your trusted medical associations. Instead, she asks for a deeper understanding of the issues at hand. We assume the “plant based” diet and food pyramid with 6 to 11 servings of grains as its mainstay came from both health and compassion motivations. But they actually come from the powerful lobby groups of monocrop manipulations, expressly to play on the consumer’s desire for health and compassion. And what is behind this science? Nothing, as she points out a thousand times. There is no such science. The “studies” we hear of and believe in don’t really exist. When said studies are studied, they say something very different than what we’ve been told.

On every page of this collection, there are excerpts from hundreds of texts and studies, showing that Sally is not alone in her recommendations of traditional food sources. These are fascinating snippets that make for lively and surprising reading. Did you know that rats fed Egg Beaters all died before reaching maturity? Or that non-egg eaters have more heart attacks and strokes than egg eaters? Or that eggs contain all known vitamins and minerals save for Vitamin C? Did you know that saturated fat protects the liver from alcohol? That candy and cake exacerbate schizophrenia and other mental disorders? That Dutch researchers found that infants breastfed by vegetarian women had delayed motor skills and abnormal red blood cells? That sugar and white grains are implicated in cancer, fatigue, allergies, gum problems, and heart attacks? That meat fat contains antimicrobial fatty acids? That sugar creates the acidic condition we are supposed to avoid by giving up meat? That tooth decay is nonexistent in cultures that eat predominantly meat, even if no one brushes their teeth? That vegetarians don’t live longer than meat eaters, despite popular “knowledge” that they do?

This was the book that helped me to change the way I was thinking. I suddenly felt the lack of a good stockpot in my kitchen- my grandmother never went three days without simmering the odds and ends of vegetables with bones. She would never even consider a cube, because the bones are not simmered for flavour alone. I started to ask myself obvious questions, like why didn’t we have cancer when we were hunters, if meat is so bad? And why are diabetics told to get rid of meat, which is the ONLY food that doesn’t affect the blood sugar and pancreas issues? Did the Eskimos REALLY live on nothing but fish and blubber- how valid are Sally’s sources? I began following her trails and finding great wisdom. For example, I wanted to know why everyone stopped eating butter, and sure enough, the trail led straight to soy’s hydrogenated nightmare, margarine. I realized that fake food manufacturers like Big Soy aren’t out to save us from disease, but to make money, and that to do so, they have to tell us we are being nice to animals and saving ourselves from disease.

Incidentally, thanks to Sally’s tireless work and endured persecution, her foundation has become the foundation of new (well, old really) thinking. Thousands of us are learning more about real food and I’ve never felt healthier. And you know what? It’s better with butter, naturally.

Lorette C. Luzajic
www.thegirlcanwrite.net
the girl next door tells it like it is

“Luzajic, like Wonder Woman, is her own institution.”
Paul Robinson, Blog Critics

Goodbye, Billie Jean: the Meaning of Michael Jackson
fifty-one writers, curated by Lorette C. Luzajic

Buy all of Lorette’s books on Amazon!

Check out Lorette’s popular series, “A Matter of Life or Myth”, and other articles here in The Paleo Garden.  You can also check out here her Fascinating People, gossip for smart people.

Your Northern Neighbours are Getting Fatter and Sicker

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

by Lorette C. Luzajic

Old news is news again- Canadians are getting fatter. Our ever-expanding girth headlined again this past week. Fully HALF of the people in my home city, Toronto, are overweight or obese, according to The Hamilton Spectator. The Spec also reported worse news for its own community, not far from Toronto. In Hamilton, more than 75% of residents are fat. I hang my head in shame to confess that I am a statistic in Toronto, and not the good half.

A few years ago, reports flashed everywhere that we had gotten fatter. A few years before that, same thing. In the early ‘80s, it was announced that we were tipping the scales like never before, especially as compared to the first half of last century.

What gives? It didn’t make sense, when more and more people were following the new health guidelines: wisely choosing chemically constructed, boxed fake eggs instead of the cholesterol goo of the real thing. We cut down on red meat and upped our intake of whole grains. In some instances, we upped that intake to eleven servings or more a day, just like the food guide recommended. We threw away our butter and bought heart-healthy melted plastic made from soy: margarine. We bought low fat everything, and began drinking fruit juice instead of soda. We ate the driest, most disgusting meat possible- boneless, skinless chicken breast- if we ate meat at all. We stopped making bone broth and bought cubes of flavouring- low fat, after all. We learned how organ meat was way too high in cholesterol, not to mention filled with toxins- after all, kidneys and livers are the toxic centre of the animal, right?

And here we are, taking up two seats at a time on the public transit.

It never seemed incongruous to us that our slender ancestors ate lard, lard and lard. They drank their milk homogenized, not skimmed. They ate whole chickens, complete with skin, and boiled the bones to make broth. They baked with lard and sour cream. They ate bacon and eggs for breakfast. They used butter, and liberally, and would never dream of using artificial/vegetable oils. But now Grandma is fat, too, because she has lived the second half of her life in this ludicrous era of industrial food, which has been, literally, packaged and sold to us as low fat and natural. Yeah.

And what are the papers blaming it on this time? Well, we’re sedentary. Well, sure, some of us are. But people work out in droves; yoga is a way of life; outdoor sports and team sports are defining characteristics of Canadian culture; and millions of us go dancing several times a week. The stories say that  culprits “fast food” “white flour” “high fat” and “red meat” are guilty again. But more and more people are nixing “empty whites” for “nutrient packed, low fat” whole grain options.

There are more and more  “meatless Monday” families. Most people are in a continual state of “cutting back on red meat” though few can make it to vegetarian, the loftiest goal. More and more people drink skim milk, eschew animal fats, “saturated” fats, and butter. Many dieters replace dining with “low fat” “whole grain” “soy protein” bars filled with nothing but the finest in artificial, empty calories. Viva health!

When I was still a guilty deserter of the vegetarian way, having succumbed to my weakness and reprehensible lust for blood and gore, I read a Sally Fallon piece about the enigma above. If we are eating ‘better’ than ever before, why do we keep getting fatter- not just fatter, but sicker? And I rolled my eyes, because I knew the answer was “fast food.” Clearly, millions of us are chomping down on the burgers. More fast food chains should have veggie burgers, I reasoned. Indeed, I thought a great solution would be to SAY the sandwich was a burger, but to use “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Meat” for the patty. No one would be the wiser, and we’d all be so much healthier, I thought.

Clearly, I was still very ill from my unnatural diet.

Because now it’s obvious- “meat” is a very, very small part of the “fast food” menu. One tiny patty of beef or chicken, made mostly from soy, breadcrumbs, and garbage, makes up the “meat” options. Some stores have milk. The rest of fast food is soda pop, fruit juice, sugar juice, vegetable oil pastries, doughnuts, French fries fried in vegetable oil not lard, bread, buns, fake ice cream, coffee with “edible” oil whitener instead of milk, and so on.

Dr. Barnard ridiculously claims we are bloodthirsty because we are addicted to meat. The scientific truth is, however, that we are addicted to sugar. We like it straight up, and we like it starchy in potatoes and chowders, we like it in granolas and cereals and bagels and bars and juices. We like it in chocolate éclairs, and we like it in whole grains.

On Good Friday, I was at my sister’s and awoke to the delicious aroma of pancakes. I wasn’t even going to try to resist the gluten-riddled griddle cakes- it was a holiday, after all. I had two pancakes. Then I had twomore. Half an hour later, I was opening the fridge. I was dying for a leftover piece of chicken or a boiled egg. But instead I hauled out the skim milk and poured it over a heaping bowl of Alphabits. I was starving again within fifteen minutes, despite the lack of room left in my intestines for more food. I had some Honeycombs. Feeling sick, I drank more coffee, and though it was only ten thirty in the morning, I had a very disturbing longing for an alcoholic beverage. Thankfully, there was no wine in the house!

This is science. Sugar in, insulin spike, sugar low. Replace sugar. Meanwhile, the body is still starving for actual nutrients, so you’re still hungry. Carb binges suck. This never happens when you have eggs for breakfast.

Feeling guilty about my lifelong struggle with addictions, I hopped online to seek out the stories about Canadian fat people and see what suggestions they had. A maze of internet links led me to the completely unfounded but constantly propagated idea that protein, in addition to causing cancer and heart disease, causes osteoporosis. Then I read that they cause cancer tumours. How are people still allowed to print this crap? On many sites, the agenda was so clear- buy our industrial chemical products: we’ll call them “vegetarian” wink, wink. Save the fuzzy animals and prevent cancer!

Why is diabetes STILL linked to animal foods, when  even kindergarteners know it’s caused by sugar? Why do diabetics still drink soda and alcohol, but cut down on red meat? Why is heat disease blamed on animal fat, when clearly, its link to diabetes must link it to the mechanisms of diabetes- sugar regulation? Why did this month’s Canadian Living Magazine yammer again about “choosing skim milk” and “whole grains”- making me vow to stop reading an otherwise useful publication? And why do I see “support groups” in my newspaper for cancer victims to “learn to cook” meatless, whole grain based meals? It is no secret that cancer uses sugar to grow. Want to starve a tumour? Avoid all forms of sugar.

Here is a list of diseases caused by a “plant based diet,” specifically wheat, as outlined by Doctors James Braly and Ron Hoggan. Anemia, autism, anorexia, arthritis, cerebral atrophy, chronic fatigue, chronic liver disease, colitis, constipation, dental problems, gallstones, diabetes, kidney stones, pica, osteoporosis, lupus, obesity, schizophrenia, rickets, fractures, infertility, cancer, and chronic pain (that’s for starters.) Why are we still being told that most of these diseases come from meat?

Other diseases and illnesses caused by plant foods- including whole grains- include: hair loss, nail deformities, yeast infections, hypoglycemia, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, gum disease, tooth decay, poor eyesight, inflammation, impaired immunity, cancer, bad breath, depression and anxiety, exhaustion, gas and bloating, irritable bowel syndrome, brain fog, concentration problems, obesity, osteoporosis, migraines, malnutrition, tumor growth, addiction and alcoholism and relapse, fatty liver, mineral loss, leaky gut syndrome, arthritis, thyroid disorders, poor wound healing, libido problems, vitiligo, lupus, gallbladder disorders, accelerated aging/collagen loss, nervous degeneration, metabolic syndrome, perpetual hunger/overeating, clogged arteries, heart disease, and more.

What diseases are caused by carbohydrate deficiency?

None.

Why is the phrase “healthy, plant based diet” entrenched in our mythology when it’s actually an oxymoron? Think about the phrase. You might modify it to specify that you mean unrefined plants, not white flour, wheat or sugar. But why have we come to perceive a “plant based” diet as healthy? Once we actually think about it, away from the agenda of the monocrop monolith, the reality comes through. It’s one of the first things we learned as children: never, ever, put flowers or weeds or berries into our mouths. Most plants are poisonous.  

Lorette C. Luzajic
www.thegirlcanwrite.net
the girl next door tells it like it is

“Luzajic, like Wonder Woman, is her own institution.”
Paul Robinson, Blog Critics

Goodbye, Billie Jean: the Meaning of Michael Jackson
fifty-one writers, curated by Lorette C. Luzajic

Buy all of Lorette’s books on Amazon!

Check out Lorette’s popular series, “A Matter of Life or Myth”, and other articles here in The Paleo Garden.  You can also check out here her Fascinating People, gossip for smart people.

Vegetarian Lies

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

by Lorette C. Luzajic

The propaganda cheerfully floating around about the dangers of meat may protect animals while shamelessly promoting false or misleading information. But it won’t protect human health.

There is no shortage of wheat and soy salesmanship- it seems many vegetarians are incapable of objectively accepting factual science. Without regard to whose health is destroyed, so long as the moo moos aren’t hurt, misinformation is willfully propagated. Look up any illness and you’ll find endless meat demonizing – meat is the apparent cause of the past century’s diseases, even as we eat less meat and animal fat and more vegetable fat and grain foods than ever before.

It is these blatant lies or quietly misguided theories that make me into the anti-vegan monster I’m accused of being. I’ll reiterate it over and over again- I am not against anyone’s personal compassion choices. But I sure as hell am against the endless falsehoods about the evils of the diet we were  born to eat.

Seeking my nutritional birthright is not evil. But the sheer disregard for human health, herding millions into a brainwashed belief system that isn’t true? Evil. The national obsession with fibre, for example, continues unabated. This obsession was born with the Natural Hygiene Movement’s Freudian fixation on all things bowel. Lust and masturbation were blamed on animal foods, and so was constipation, meaning cereal doctors Kellogg and Graham promoted grains to alleviate fecal “pressure” on the sex organs, as being backed up apparently ignited arousal. Yeah.

Unfortunately, we hear over and over how dairy “leeches” calcium from bones, causing osteoporosis. I have yet to see a vegetarian write truthfully about mineral loss- it is excess fibre that flushes crucial vitamins and minerals out of the body. It is also phytic acid, which literally binds itself to iron, calcium, magnesium, potassium, manganese, and other vital nutrients, removing what we already have from our bodies. Where do these phytates come from? Largely, from grains and soy “foods.”

More, arthritics and lupus sufferers are asked to give up meat to cure their chronic illness. Kristine Napier, member of the Lupus Foundation of America, says in Rodale’s Doctor’s Book of Home Remedies for Women, If you have lupus, a healthy diet, built on the principles of the Food Guide Pyramid, will strengthen the disease-fighting abilities of your immune system.”…a nutritional plan calling for 6 to 11 servings of bread, pasta, cereal and other grain foods per day; 2 to 4 servings of fruit; 3 to 5 servings of vegetables; 2 to 3 servings of meat, fish, poultry or other protein foods; 2 servings of dairy products and a bare minimum of fats and sweets…Shun fat, seek carbs. “Make sure that your diet is low in fat–no more than 20 to 30 percent of your caloric intake–and high in complex carbohydrates,” says Napier. That means concentrating on bread, pasta, cereal and other grain foods, plus potatoes and starchy vegetables like carrots.”

Excuse me? Seek carbs? What the hell is this mythology doing to people? What kind of advice is “concentrating on bread, pasta, cereal and grain foods…?” In addition to the immune system demanding its full heritage of fat, protein, B12, riboflavin, DHA, bla bla bla, whatever else you do if you have lupus or any other autoimmune disorders, you should ditch all grains.

Grains, especially gluten grains like “bread, pasta, cereal and other grain foods” do not “strengthen” the immune system. They remove vital minerals from your body. Worse, they damage the intestinal villi, meaning absorption of nutrients in other foods is diminished. Furthermore, there is plenty of evidence to suggest that autoimmune disorders like Multiple Sclerosis, arthritis, lupus, chronic fatigue syndrome, and fibromyalgia, among other “modern” diseases can be managed beautifully for many sufferers by nixing dietary grains completely.

Indeed, some people have been “cured” by gluten avoidance. Lectin proteins like gluten create havoc in the body by permeating the intestinal wall, removing the natural and necessary barrier. Other things in the gut then leak into the system, causing the body to attack itself. (This is a simplistic explanation for brevity’s sake.) When the body’s myelin sheath is destroyed, extreme pain and paralysis occurs- this is called Multiple Sclerosis. This “mystery” disease has “unknown” causes, and while not all MS sufferers are helped by avoiding wheat, glutens are directly implicated in the destruction of the nerve’s myelin.

Other mystery illnesses like fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue syndrome, psoriasis, ankylosing spondylitis, and arthritis all thrive on grains. Avoiding carbs relieves their symptoms exponentially. Yet vegetarian sources continually push sufferers to avoid nutrient dense fat and protein, and consume inflammatory grains. Scorned authors James Braly and Ron Hoggan of Dangerous Grains explain how revolutionary and easy treatment- avoiding grain- is helping thousands of hopeless sick. Pick it up and give it to anyone you know with any of the “untreatable” illnesses.

Diabetics are told to ditch the meat to “balance blood sugar” in favour of “whole grains.” That fat and protein are not implicated in the breakdown of the insulin system is completely ignored by sinister animal rights extremists like the “Physicians Committee for ‘Responsible’ Medicine.”

This same faction will relentlessly follow their animal-friendly agenda at any price in  human life by pushing vegetarianism as the best diet for cancer patients, or cancer prevention. Religious vegetarians Seventh Day Adventists are continually held up as the paragons of healthy longevity. But Adventists don’t drink or smoke, either. There is a group that offers a parallel lifestyle, but eats meat. Who wins? The meat eating Mormons.

The truth is, cancer grows on sugar. It requires sugar to thrive. Starving tumours can quell their advance. And yes, grains are sugars. It’s an oft-touted stat that vegetarians suffer half the cancer rates of meat eaters, but this is garbage. The endless “studies” that show decreased cancer risk among vegetarians compare the Standard American Diet to the Vegetarian Diet. The SAD is clearly sad. Heritage eaters want studies that compare health conscious meat eaters to health conscious vegetarian eaters. But we aren’t waiting for the studies to come in, because the whole of history has been a study. And the healthiest cultures in the world use meat and seafood liberally and grains and other sugars sparingly. Tribal cultures that eat meat have terrific teeth and bones and low rates of disease as compared with groups that subsist on grains. The whole of anthropology can attest to this fact.

It will take too long to get into the whole soy thing, which is the other Big Business lie from monocrop mythology. So, briefly: Aside from the fact that most unfermented soy foods are made from industrial waste called “soy protein isolate,” there are the endocrine disruptors and thyroid damaging goitrogens that are promoted as “healthy.” Web sites like Vegfamily.com take great pride in “correcting” soy “misinformation” by telling us, “For people who have a thyroid disorder, and/or are taking medication for one, some research has suggested a relationship between soy and thyroid function. Fortunately, Mark Messina, soy expert, recently co-authored a review article that evaluated several studies on this subject and concluded: “…collectively the findings provide little evidence that in euthyroid [having a normal thyroid gland], iodine-replete [no iodine deficiency] individuals, soy foods, or isoflavones adversely affect thyroid function. In contrast, some evidence suggests that soy foods, by inhibiting absorption, may increase the dose of thyroid hormone required by hypothyroid patients. However, hypothyroid adults need not avoid soy foods.” (Thyroid. 2006 Mar;16(3):249-58.)” (quoting Dina Aronson, M.S. R.D.)

I’m sure Mark Messina, “soy expert” DID conclude we need not give up soy. Just take more pills and keep eating garbage. After all, soy earns him untold riches. Aronson neglects to mention that Messina is not a soy expert but a soy salesman. As a United Soybean Board’s head, he plays with millions of grant dollars promoting soy to cancer and health institutes. Most have been as gullible as we have, choking back the tasteless gunk in hopes of lowering cholesterol and solving hormone problems, while helping boys grow breasts instead. But some, like the American Heart Association, have disbanded, rejecting Messina’s claims.

Curiously, vegetarianism is promoted as a peaceful, nutritious choice to cure depression and other behavioral or mental disorders. We’re encouraged to forego the “toxic” fats in meat and replace them with healthy vegetables. I’m all for healthy vegetables, but the ever demonized cholesterol is indeed implicated in psychiatric and suicide disorders. The LACK of it contributes to them!

Low fat and cholesterol diets high in carbs increase aggression, homicide, and violence, as well as depression. Why? Cholesterol lubricates the brain’s neurotransmissions. The nutrients in animal fats and proteins are imperative to brain cell growth. DHA is nonexistent in vegan diets, and the brain needs DHA for cognitive functions. Vitamin D is also a necessary component of emotional and cognitive health. People go crazy and die without sunlight. But vegans can’t even make good use of the sun for Vitamin D- because you need cholesterol to make it. And don’t tell me that EPAs turn into DHA in the body. Because I know flax can make DHA. But the conversion rate is one percent. I’ll take the 100 percent option, thank you. And oh, yeah, there’s virtually no tryptophan sources in veg foods, and we need tryptophan to make good old serotonin.

Anyone who has had a digestive or bowel disease knows that more grains will cure it. At least, that’s been a major sales pitch and responsible for punctured intestines and damaged bowels the world over. Colitis or irritable bowel syndrome sufferers have long been told to give up meat in favour of more fibre, especially grain, but some doctors have started to hang their heads over the pain this grave error has caused. Brave thinkers like Elaine Gottschall have broken this vicious cycle with books like Breaking the Vicious Cycle, which removed grains from the diet to heal the intestines. A grain free, low fibre diet has helped untold number of victims of Crohn’s Disease and colitis. It’s shameful that the party line to decrease fat and protein and increase starches is still being forcefed to the sick.

I shudder to think I was once among these hucksters, parroting the “compassionate” lies. But these lies aren’t just about hating humans and being nice to animals. They’re about money. While I cringe to hear myself mumbling about the “beef board” and the “poultry industry” I had zero comprehension of the real moneymakers. Somehow, idyllic grains and peaceful vegetable food industries existed outside of immorality’s temptations. Meanwhile, the monocrops have devastated more than ninety percent of the topsoil. Those gentle waves of grain blowing across the prairie skies have meant the destruction of forests and lakes, where millions of animal species once lived and are now dead. It is better to eat a dead animal and accept its nutrition than to destroy habitats for zero human benefit except cold hard cash.

Oh, I know, I hear you. I hear you puppeting the things you‘ve learned- I said them, too. “But, but, sixteen people can be fed with grain on the resources needed for one person’s meat, bla bla bla.” Depends how you define “fed.” Plus, most of the world’s landscape cannot grow plants, but could sustain animal husbandry. But more importantly, we need to know that monocrops are guilty parties, getting away with it because of these very beliefs in their moral superiority to evil carnivores. Really? It’s not meat that is destroying the planet, but wheat, soy and corn.

Case in point, in the past two decades, some hundred thousand new food products have been invented. Guess what? There is no such thing as a new food product. There are traditional foods- animals, and the few plants that aren’t poisonous. And then there is unfood- boxes, bags and cans of soy oily garbage, of popped and puffed wheat, of cookies and fake syrupy junk. Sure, maybe you, unlike the weak, avoid the convenience store. But look around your health food store- if it comes in a bag, box, or can, it almost certainly shouldn’t be there.

This unholy trinity of wheat, soy, and corn is destroying animal habitats, human health, and planet earth. In Lierre Keith’s brilliant and viciously targeted book, The Vegetarian Myth, she points out that this trilogy forms some 80 percent of the world’s calories. Considering the density of calories from fat and protein as compared to grains, that’s a lot. Considering those are empty calories barely keeping people alive, that’s a tragedy.

Lorette C. Luzajic
www.thegirlcanwrite.net

“Luzajic, like Wonder Woman, is her own institution.”

Paul Robinson, Blog Critics

Goodbye, Billie Jean: the Meaning of Michael Jackson
fifty-one writers, curated by Lorette C. Luzajic

Buy Lorette’s books on Amazon.

Check out Lorette’s popular series, “A Matter of Life or Myth”, and other articles here in The Paleo Garden.  You can also check out here her Fascinating People, gossip for smart people.

Lierre Keith’s Vegetarian Myth

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

by Lorette C. Luzajic

Anyone who has ever received hate mail from a vegetarian won’t be surprised that the bloodthirsty vegans have skewered and barbecued Lierre Keith for her brave new world. In her book, The Vegetarian Myth, she dares to speak the things that many other ex-veg’ns like myself avoid for fear of being skinned alive by the compassionate mafia. Recently, at a reading of her book, she was physically assaulted and showered with cayenne-laced pies by militant vegan ***holes. Real mature.

Lierre Keith has written the book I would have written if I’d been braver and smarter. Lierre writes eloquently and honestly without mincing her fury and indignation. She risked, and has since endured, great wrath to expose the immature denial of death- the denial, which has ironically, killed everything.

Everything? Yes. Because the world’s reliance on grains has clear cut the rainforest, damaged the topsoil beyond repair, created overpopulation, created disease, and destroyed more animals than animal husbandry can. It is a sick and devastating lie that a plant-based diet is good for humans- or for other animals. Rejecting death as food disrupts our life cycle.

How? In a million ways. Lierre exposes the myths, peeling them away one by one. “What separates me from vegetarians isn’t ethics or commitment,” she writes. “It’s information.”

For example, the biggest one is that grains and soy crops are a healthy, natural alternative to meat that can feed the whole world. Nope. I had no idea that monocrop farming has destroyed nearly all of the earth’s topsoil, and that forests and meadows and dales and ravines had to be razed to grow the unholy trilogy- corn, soy, and wheat.

What of the millions of animals in that ecosystem before the golden wands of wheat waved idyllically in the wind? Dead. Worse, said grains offer meagre sustenance and empty calories compared to the nutritional density of meat. Which means we reproduce more and more and our offspring is sickly. And we are rife with diabetes and heart disease- not caused by meat, as we’ve been led to believe. If meat caused disease, cancer and diabetes would not be new epidemics, because we have always eaten meat. Diseases are caused by carbohydrates- sugar, grains, and soy. As soon as they are introduced into hunting societies, disease appears- rotten teeth, diabetes, cancer.

Lierre takes the three main prongs of the vegetarian myth to task. There are the moral vegetarians, the nutritional vegetarians, and the political vegetarians. Herself a vegan for eighteen years and suffering from irreversible physical damage and disease caused by her diet, she chronicles her journey back to real food, interspersing hard facts with personal philosophical growth.

“This was not an easy book to write,” she opens. “For many of you, it won’t be an way book to read.” She says she was vegan for reasons like “justice, compassion, a desperate…longing to set the world right…To protect the vulnerable, the voiceless. To feed the hungry.” She says she wants her body to be a place “where the earth is cherished, not devoured.” Her book, she says, “is not an attempt to mock the concept of animal rights or to sneer at the people who want a gentler world.”

It would take a whole book to elucidate on all the brilliant points made, and there is no way I could be as insightful and elegant a writer as Lierre. But two points stand out for me: one, the myth that a vegan diet does not cause death to animals. Eat whatever you want, but there is no life without death. Growing carrots and potatoes results in the destruction of habitat where countless creatures grow. (Much of the world is non-farmable terrain that could support poultry or goats.) Soil fertilizer is made of dead animals, and if it’s not, the soil dies, which then causes all of the life in that soil to die. Soil, in fact, is alive itself. Ridiculous vegans won’t use horse manure on crops because it’s an animal product, thereby trying to improve on Mother Nature. This is incredibly naïve. The worst part is that I seldom see vegetarians who are militant about composting. They should be- plant crops have destroyed most of the world’s soil, and compost and manure and dead animals are desperately needed to nourish that soil so that it can grow things again.

The other point is the ridiculous sentimentalization of nature. Nature is hardly a fluffy meadow with happy, healthy butterflies and sheep frolicking. It’s brutal, from a lion devouring its prey, to a storm nullifying entire villages overnight. The other day I saw an add in Veg News, featuring a cat saying, “Where do I get my taurine? Yawn, That’s like asking humans where they get their protein.” If vegans can’t see what is wrong with forcing their so-called ethical lifestyle on their cats, that says it all, doesn’t it? Lierre talks about a message board online where some vegans wanted to make a fence through the Serengeti to protect prey from predator animals. Say what? This demonstrates absolutely no understanding of the ecosystem, which is, of course, dependent on predator and prey.

“Life is literally a process of one creature eating another, whether it’s bacteria breaking down plants or animals, plants strangling each other, animals going for the throat, or viruses attacking animals,” Lierre writes. But the kind of simplistic morality that vegans want to impose idealistically is indeed naïve. “The paradigm that asks us to reject death certainly provides a simple ethical code, a code that can rally the righteous, but it is the black and white thinking of a child,” she states. She mentions a book called Dominion to illustrate her point, where author Matthew Scully describes the carnivorous behaviour of cats and foxes as moral degradation.

Finally, Lierre successfully defends our heritage diet against one of the biggest myths of all. Anyone who was once a vegetarian and returned is familiar with it: I can still hear myself crowing about the damned “beef board” and “meat industry” controlling everything and selling us what we don’t need. Well, before the beef board, there was the farm, and the forest or plains. It would be lovely if we could revive the forests and plains again, and get rid of the needless suffering from within factory farms. But meat is not new food. The meat boards battle desperately to keep meat as safe as possible in a mass culture, and it’s a tough job. Indeed, they have blood on their hands, and we should do all we can to support them to do their job well. On the other hand, there are 100 thousand new food products on the market. Beef or eggs or turkey are not new food products. We’re talking about cereals, crisps, packaged cookies and oats and soy-stuffed bologna. Trillions of dollars worth of garbage. There is no such thing as new food, but all of the new un-food is from the “monocrop board.” It is, in fact, plants that mercilessly grab your money and fill the shelves with crap and lie to you.

It took tremendous courage to write this book. Lierre is far more compassionate than I could be on this topic matter. She is patient, but condemned as condescending. She loves animals, but is condemned as a hypocrite. I don’t think we can retrieve what Lierre hopes we can, a sustainable society with repaired rivers and a reciprocal relationship with the earth and our food, including meat. I don’t believe that people will stop breeding because we have to in order to save ourselves. But offering this book was an act of hope, a courageous hope of bridging understanding between rival groups. That one of those groups has done nothing but trash talk and assault her, sadly illustrates Lierre’s points exactly.

Learn more:

http://www.lierrekeith.com/vegmyth.htm

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I See Dead People

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Today I took a human brain out of a Tupperware and held it in my hands.

It’s not every day that I play Dr. Frankenstein, poking around human dissections with latex-gloved fingers.

But today I was a participant in a cadaver lab. A good friend who was studying healthcare had invited me. As part of her studies, she had no option. I did, but given a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see dead people I didn’t already know, I took it.

I confess that if I’d understood ahead of time that we’d be peeling back layers of skin and muscle from corpses, I likely would have declined. Somehow I thought it would be more of a morgue situation, and because I frequently write about death, I wanted to push my comfort limits, to get acquainted with the inevitable. I pictured bodies trussed up for casket display, or maybe fresh in from a hospital death, still on a gurney but certainly not opened or dismembered.

As the students and guests were given gloves and splotchy lab coats (ewwwww is right), we filed into the basement. My stomach lurched in terrible anticipation. The room did indeed have an unforgettable stench, but it wasn’t nearly as vile as I’d expected. I’m not recommending it or anything- just saying it was less awful than I’d thought it would be.

About twelve people were laid out, bagged in plastic and covered with white sheets, all on individual examining tables with bright lights overhead. The scene of shrouds in stark medical light was like something from a movie. My heart was beating wildly as I pondered whether I should turn back now, or stay.

I stayed.

Within moments, a serene calm came over me. The calm dissolved briefly when the plastic bag was peeled off of Exhibit Number One, and I gasped to see not just a naked corpse, but a corpse cut open completely so that med students could look inside of her.

The doctor who was teaching very casually pulled off a layer of fat and started pointing at connective muscle tissues and so on. The sight was far less traumatizing than I’d expected, and I felt strangely grateful that this generous woman had given herself to science. Cutting her open was not undignified in any way. It was terribly, terribly beautiful.

We are amazing. What is the spirit or consciousness that  makes our beautiful, ugly bodies alive? We barely understand how our bodies work, but after meeting with several cadavers, I had a terrific sense of how I am put together. It is incredible.

I turned my attention away to another table, where a doctor was removing the white sheet. Something plopped out onto the floor. Yes, a piece of this human being spilled out and landed on the tiled floor. The doctor nonchalantly reached down and picked it up, as if it were just a pen or something. This poor chap was in a state of disarray, to say the least. As I approached, the calm inside turned to nausea very quickly as I saw a peculiar bowl-like bone, and realized that the dude’s skullcap had been sawed off. But I took a slow breath of formaldehyde-laced oxygen, and moved in for a closer look. The doctor was holding up a piece of skin that was still attached to the head of this poor chap.

It was part of  his face.

At one station, there was a man whose leg bones were connected with a metal instrument. I realized that he had an artificial knee. At another station, one student was holding up a grey mass that looked like some kind of sea coral. “Intestines,” he explained. There were also the bones of a pelvis, and we discussed whether or not it had belonged to a man or woman. Then, there were some plastic bins. Someone opened one, and I looked inside to see a human brain.

None of the anatomy drawings or all of my years of studying psychology and reading up on how my medications affect my nervous system could prepare me for that second. It was one of the most stunning moments of my life. I took a human brain into my hands and held it. It was a grayish, dense mass like plasticine. Within this small organ in my hands was the most miraculous computer in the whole wide world. In this grey bundle in my hands, was the whole of a human life.

Underneath the ick factor and the deep emotional impact death has on the living, anytime, anywhere, I was deeply moved. I felt a well of tears inside, for our beauty and our hideousness. We are meat and bones. And we are something that makes that flesh come alive, something no one has ever yet been able to describe or know, though we have always tried.

I haven’t felt God for a long, long time. But here, the mystery was so big, so vast, so ineffable, that I found myself praying and giving thanks. I felt the dawn of history, when we traveled in small groups crossing the savannahs, hunting. I felt the electrifying miracle of technology, the bounty of today’s cutting edge. I felt a connection to everyone and everything in this moment.

Holding the human brain was one of the most profound things that have ever happened to me. I was feeling so peaceful- there’s nothing to be scared of in the physicality and the decay of death. The spirit or spark departs. The meat rots. Ashes to ashes.

The stench has lingered on me for the rest of the day, and a small wave of nausea rose up every time I remembered the peculiar stink. But part of me felt connected to life in ways I have never been before.

I wondered if my words would ever be worthy enough to outlast my body. And I felt a renewed inspiration to honour my body and take care of it, so that it could create more words. One day, I too, will be laying on a gurney with med students poking at me like I was a carved turkey. Soon, but not too soon- I’ve got so much work to do before the lights go out.

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Paleo Candy

Saturday, January 9th, 2010

by Lorette C. Luzajic

It’s one point five days into the no-carbs New Years and doing fine, just fine. But why oh why can’t there be nutrient-dense proteins in fine wine? Robust health in Canada’s pride prize wheat and its spectrum of beers?

The paprika-garlic marinated pork roast with peppery pumpkin seeds made day one easy sailing. Gotta love Alabama white BBQ sauce- mayo, vinegar, lemon juice, and black pepper. And no one wants to drink again on New Year’s Day. So it was kind of a no-contest success story to kick start things off with for this experiment.

The experiment I’m talking about is taking the final plunge into my unexpected role as the spokes-model of the Paleo re/generation. Because I don’t exactly look like that spokes-model- and never have, pretty as I may be “in my own way.”

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But the more I learn from my writing, the more I share of my research, the better my own life gets. My health and mental health get better and better. The strides taken toward that modern jungle have cured me of a lifetime of pesky autoimmune disorders, you just can’t go all the way if enjoying alcohol is an important part of your life. Cancer, diabetes, dry hair- I have to start saying “no thanks.”

But aye, there’s the pub. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist such a corny pun.) Our ancient gods of grain and grapes are made of liquid carbs! Pure sucree. Pure sacree. What’s a girl to do?

Now that I know that life without carbs is not suffering, but the opposite of suffering, I’ve got to trust that knowledge and bid humankind’s favourite folly farewell. Goodbye, fair love.

Is today’s melodrama sugar withdrawal? Probably. I followed it to the Valu Mart across the street. I thought some fruit might ward off tempting fantasy options like a baguette with brie, or, well, wine with that baguette with brie.

So I paid for a nice crispy-feeling Spartan apple and wondered why humans and animals all love stuff that will kill them more than they love anything else. There’s no way a dog’s going to eat only one potato chip, either, given free reign of a couch and Sour Cream and Onion crisps. And wine and beer is a universal pillar of joy and compulsion in lives the world over. Ants head straight for the sweet stuff- you can spill some sugar away from the house and they’ll all leave your kitchen.

Our earliest ancestors were making candy, too- sun drenching fruits to make them sweeter; hunting out fermented fruit juices and intoxicating plants; making honey taffy. As soon as recorded history began, we were making candy by rolling nuts and berries in honey, from China to Egypt. Later, some genius added cocoa to the concoction and the real party started- the ancient rendition of the chocolate bar.

On the way out of the shop, I glanced over a Christmas product clearance to see if there was anything useful. With curiousity, I picked up a box of Christmas cookies. They were on sale for .79 cents, a savings of $3.19! Then reason washed over me. I’d never had these cookies before in my life, and there was no real point to start now, two days into a carb detox. My eyes skimmed a list of a dozen ingredients I couldn’t pronounce. Mister Christie, you make good cookies?

We’ve got to stop feeding this shit to our children.

I put the box down thinking, that’s a lot of bang for that buck. Heading back out into January’s clime, I went walking down the chilly, bright streets. The apple was delicious.  

Carb Wars: Sugar is the New Fat

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

A Cookbook by Judy Barnes Baker

When I look around me in the low-carb community, I see muscles rippling ‘til kingdom come. I see lithe, toned women running through the grasses. I see strong men and women with fierce physicality and sharp, nourished brains.

Yeah, and then there’s me. Yikes.

It’s okay to admit that I got my pass card into this community by chance- perhaps even by mistake! As for many, it was the last stop on the search for health after a lifetime of various things that just shouldn’t ail a still-youngish woman. Not that long ago, I was still trying to keep my meat intake low and eat lots of – cringe- ‘whole grains.’ The rainbow of gorgeous vegetables was laudable by any standard, however, and a major advancement over the “low eggs, no meat, and lots of boxed health foods like Sludgy Soy Surprise” years that cemented the years of damage from hard living. The first light of dawn that struck me was the soy-thyroid connection. I didn’t usually write anything controversial about food- it was more like “my favourite restaurants” type stuff. But I wrote a piece about the great soy deception (Spilling the Beans) and was propelled headlong down the rabbit hole. I ended up in a Paleolithic paradise at a barbecue with all you buff beauties. Well, hey, the Venus of Willendorf had plenty to love, too.

Nutritional science has always fascinated me, and I almost went to a holistic nutrition school. Thank God I couldn’t find a way to pay for it. Instead of paying five grand, recommitting to vegetarianism, and being brainwashed to write useless, disproved ideas, like soy cures breast cancer or go vegan for diabetes or take massive synthetic vitamin bombs, I ended up discovering something else entirely. That I was riddled with annoying autoimmune diseases because I shouldn’t be eating any wheat at all. That soy was no friend of my thyroid, and that I should be hungry like a wolf at barbecues- lots and lots of meat and coleslaw, and not much of anything else.

The results are no surprise: glowing skin, and I can’t even remember how it feels to feel sick. No bizarre “skin pains” and phantom joint pains – fibromyalgia. No Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Functioning thyroid. Intestinal healing. And I write to pass on my exciting discoveries about nutrition, with the deepest thanks to the Weston Price Foundation for braving the truth so persistently and meticulously.

But I’m still a carb addict. I haven’t passed those merciful shores y’all are talkin’ about, where the blood sugar lies evenly in front of you for years, where you’re just never hungry past six pm or skipping breakfast, or scarfing back the basket of fries after worse offenses like gin and beer. I’ve even been dabbling back into the gluten after a solid year without touching so much as a grain of wheat.

Lushes like me have a hard time cutting out the feel good peptides of sweet fermented grains, and in turn, this constant sugar fix keeps the craving valves turned on full throttle, so we’re still seeking thrills and succumbing more than we would like to the sugarplum fairies dancing in our veins.

Enter Judy Barnes Baker’s Carb Wars cookbook. Judy very generously has those of still fighting carb wars over for dinner, and while we’re here, she shares her accumulated knowledge and experience. We all have really interesting conversation.

Throughout this feast of a book, Judy sidebars fascinating content: “”If you work out the numbers, you come to the surreal conclusion that you can eat lard straight from the can and conceivably reduce your risk of heart disease.” (Dr. Walter Willet). And the very fitting, “Will power lasts about two weeks and is soluble in alcohol” from Mark Twain. But Judy greets her guests with the real kicker: how the Goliath casket making company has a “52 inch supersized casket…wider than the bed of a standard pickup truck…capacity of 1200 pounds.”

How humiliating for the victim in that casket, a human being who has the same dis-ease and addiction I do- that the whole human race is spiraling towards. And it IS addiction: the mechanism of alcoholism- alcohol equals carbs, sugar- is the same as the compulsion to finish off the entire Lemon Pound cake or French Stick.

The problem is that starvation and weighing 1200 pounds is the same thing- people, whole countries being fed the empty calories of grains and sugars. This is madness. Judy tells us of “sheer audacity” with Kellogg’s Heart Start Healthy Heart cereal- it contains hydrogenated oils and twelve kinds of sugar. Dr. Kellogg was one father of “natural hygiene” who sold us the idea that his cereal and fibre, along with a meatless diet, would prevent constipation and help us avoid certain death by animal poisoning. His reasoning was that meat inflamed lusts by pushing its putrefaction against our organs of excitation. Today his legacy is creating people who actually can’t even have sex, and that’s what his nature-hating soul was hoping for. It shows that corporate grains have been brainwashing us from the beginning. Taking our money and our health, too.

I prefer to refer to my “book reviews” as “response” or “experience” because I don’t really “review” them. I’d rather share them. And the best way to respond to or experience a cookbook would be to use it. The Sesame Pork seemed like a simple way to get started. Indeed it was, very, very simple and delicious. Garlicky, with a ginger underbite and a sesame snap, I’ll be working with this one again very soon- probably adding loads of chilies. I’ve never made fennel, and the Braised Fennel was incredibly easy, too, and simply delicious. Judy suggested having it with fried fish- I actually just thawed a tilapia fillet from the supermarket- not exactly gourmet- and did the usual butter and lemon thing. With a simple spinach and tomato salad on the side this was a lovely meal. For Christmas in a few weeks time, the Mixed Greens With Glazed Pecans and Cranberry Dressing will be gorgeous.

I’ve enjoyed my mom’s gluten free tapioca and farm egg pancakes, but Judy’s got Faux Potato Pancakes made of, of all things, celery root. I’m going to make those for sure. But it’s highly unlikely that I’m going to use the dozens of recipes for various dessert and bread substitutes: I’m really aiming toward a meat and vegetables approach (with my divergence allowance going to good wine, of course!) I’m not interested in chemical foods like Splenda, unless they are substituting for another sin- I keep sugar free ketchup, for example, because I’m still a kid when it comes to loving ketchup. So I’ll share this book with my sister who desperately needs the information, all of which will be new to her. She needs Judy’s reassuring touch and substitution solutions, because my incessant worried yammering hasn’t helped. And for myself, I’m going to recommit to even better health in the upcoming year- with Judy’s help, my sister and I can support each other.

It’s empowering to win our bodies back from the battles, and if I fall into a well of beer and toast, well, I’ll just climb out again and head back to that barbecue, where you guys are waiting for me.

Duck in a Boat Publishing, 2007

www.carbwarscookbook.com

Putting Pork Back on the Fork

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

by Lorette C. Luzajic

Bruce Aidells is a man who loves ham. And salami. And spareribs. “I’m a fan of the rib,” he tells me. “I always like meat that’s still on the bone.”

Indeed, Bruce Aidells’ likes meat so much that he writes about it for Cooking Light, Gourmet and Bon Appetit. He also wrote several cookbooks on the topic, including The Complete Meat Cookbook, The Complete Sausage Cookbook and Bruce Aidells’s Complete Book of Pork: a Guide to Buying, Storing, and Cooking the World’s Favorite Meat.

Pork is not just the world’s favourite meat- it’s mine. But even so, the salami still hides guiltily in my secret vice cupboard, along with the Cheetos and the white merlot. It’s been hard to get over pork’s bad reputation, what with the fat, the maggots, bacterial death and nitrite fear mongering. I’ve only been cooking it at home for a few years, and though my maple pecan roast is killer delish, I thought it was time to discover new inspiration. So I picked up Bruce’s awesome book and donned my apron, plunging headlong into the Jerk-Marinated Ribs.

Bruce’s book affirms what good cooks know- pork’s versatility is astounding. It tastes spectacular with nothing but salt and pepper, yet no meat pairs so perfectly with sweet, fruity salsas. Complex, fiery flavours also make a sensational fit. “It starts with really good pork,” Bruce tells me. “The breed is a critical factor.” The Berkshire is one of the best breeds, he says. (The Boston Globe would agree, having called it “the Kobe Beef of the pork world.”) Bruce also likes the Tamworth and Duroc breeds. “It’s not just the marbling,” he explains. “The flavour of pork is called ‘porkiness.’ A strong pork flavour is important.” It’s true that many supermarket selections have almost no flavour at all. Pigs that have been especially stressed from farm to market will be “dry, tough, really bad stuff.” (This is called PSE meat, or “pale, soft and exudative.”) Other pork is so water logged that you’re paying for water, not meat.

Hunting down decent pork in your region will mean a better tasting roast or chops, but finding a trusted source can also mean meat with fewer or no chemicals and antibiotics and more humane animal treatment. Finding a small farmer who feeds his or her pigs scraps and acorns in addition to grains, soybeans, and corn will mean more nutritious and delicious meat, too.

More families are raising their own pigs, guaranteeing superior, safer pork. Tiffanie Tasane and Carl Burgess of Whitehorse, Yukon, bought a house that already had a pigpen. They decided to try raising a few hogs, teaming up with several neighbours. Though regulations mean they can’t sell butchered meat, they enjoy excellent meat for themselves and barter with others for chickens or other foods.

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“The meat is fantastic, far less fatty than what you buy in the supermarket. And sweet. We feed them a mix of grains for protein and produce as well as any scraps/compost we produce,” Tiffanie says. “We don’t raise them for anything other than the meat, though the compost is an added bonus for my garden! It is amazing how they dig up and unearth all the rocks, etc. I am contemplating moving the pen around every few years and using the cleared and manure rich areas as new garden beds.”

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Tiffanie’s family brines and cures their own bacon, and would like to start rendering lard, eventually. There’s very little wasted- a Slavic family requests some heads and feet, both used in traditional eastern European cookery. But the best part is the new tradition- an annual pig roast garden party enjoyed by friends and family.

It’s bizarre that North Americans are so afraid of pork. We’re fatter and less healthy than just about everyone else (with obvious exceptions such as populations suffering from starvation or malaria). That pork is super healthy may come as a surprise, even to those among us who wear t-shirts proclaiming Real Girls Eat Meat. Raising our own like Tiffanie and her family, or finding tasty, healthy meat from traditional farms is best. But even the humble offerings of the supermarket are filled with more good stuff than bad.

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In addition to the benefits of saturated fat (it’s still hard to get used to saying this type of thing!), there are further benefits in the mineral and vitamin content of pork. Pork is rich in iron, protein, phosphorus, magnesium, zinc, potassium, thiamin, riboflavin, niacin, B12, B6, and fat. (One of the biggest, deadliest debacles to come out of the industrial vegetable oil scam sham has been the idea that vegetable oils and unsaturated fats are healthier than the fat we’ve been using since the beginning of time- lard. But that’s another story.) There has been much ballyhoo about “the China study” and the “plant-based” diet of Asia. We hear a great deal about how the paragons of longevity, The Okinawans, live to be centenarians because of their veggie soy diet. This is outright propaganda. You might be surprised to find out that Okinawa is known as The Island of Pork. The Okinawa Prefectural Government says, “It is no exaggeration to say that the present-day Okinawan diet begins and ends with pork.” (www.wonder-okinawa.jp) And you might be surprised to know that the Chinese aren’t vegetarians- they eat masses of pork, their staple meat.

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So, wow, pork helps burn off fat, build bones, deflect fatigue, maintain skin tissue, and protect the heart. But what about a little matter of trichinosis? I’m surely not the only one who cremated a pork roast, waiting for the little food thermometer to hit 170, hoping to kill off deadly bacteria. I was surprised and relieved to find out in Bruce’s book that this fear is much ado about nothing. Yes, he writes, American (not European) pork was often infected with the parasitic worm trichina, but that was 50 years ago. The pigs were often fed garbage, and today that is not the case. The officials today can’t be 100% sure that every single pig is free of trich worms, so they continue to recommend cooking pork at high temperatures just to be sure. Bruce advises not to be hysterical, since there have only been eight cases in the U.S. since 1997. “…Cook the pork to an internal temperature of 137 degrees and hold that temperature for several minutes,” he writes. Most of the delectable recipes in The Complete Book of Pork call for a done-temp of 140 or 145- which will rise 5 or 10 degrees when resting before eating. No more burnt offerings!

It seems the whole maggots hysteria is nothing but an urban legend. Yes, flies will lay eggs on rotten pork; so don’t leave pork chops on the counter for six days and then eat them. Obviously.

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Finally, about that salami. Raised German, I have a taste for the stuff and suffered a tremendous longing during my stint as a vegetarian, longing that didn’t go away no matter how many ways I learned to skin a carrot. I dreamed of dancing salamis, not unlike the dancing sugarplums. Sweet and fatty, or dry and peppery, velvety, sharp- all other deli meats pale in comparison. And so I read about Bruce’s salami-making adventures with my mouth watering onto the cookbook. I learned with fascination how salami is cured and fermented. Now, it’s been a while since I knew that pork was back on board, along with all the other meats I’d been depriving my body of. But salami stayed on that verboten list, acceptable only for PMS and other emergencies. After all, we all know that nitrite preservatives are carcinogenic.

Nitrites and nitrates are chemicals that can turn into nitrosamines in the body, another chemical that has long worried scientists and consumer citizens. I asked Bruce if they’re really so bad. Much to my shock, he’s not that worried about them. Sure, we don’t want to overdo anything and eat 12 pounds of salami a day and nothing else, but Bruce says nitrites have been used in meat curing for thousands of years.

Wondering if it’s really possible that I can indulge fearlessly on nitrate heaven, I did some googling and found that there is zero consensus whatsoever that cured meat nitrites are carcinogenic. Nitrites do seem to be implicated to some degree in gastric cancers, but they also appear to protect the stomach from ulcers.

Nitrites may also be- wow- beneficial for the heart. They also have antimicrobial properties, which is why they are added to preserve meats. But they appear to destroy bad microbes in us, too. Finally, the much-maligned nitrite appears more commonly in foods other than lunch meat- and those foods are vegetables! These veggies include green beans, carrots, squash, spinach, celery and beets. Should we automatically assume that veggie sources are healthy and meat sources deadly?

At www.preventcancer.com, they state, “Nitrite containing vegetables also have Vitamin C and D, which serve to inhibit the formation of N-nitroso compounds. Consequently, vegetables are quite safe and healthy, and serve to reduce your cancer risk.” I admire this consumer site’s prevention goals, but unfortunately, vegetable foods DO NOT contain vitamin D. There are no veggie sources of this nutrient. Pork lard, however, is the highest source there is, save for cod liver oil. Though the body uses sunshine to make vitamin D, it must have cholesterol to do it’s work, and cholesterol is not available in beets, squash, celery, or carrots. These veggies are all loaded with vitamin C, however. Does that mean pork sausage AND beets are all nitrite safe? Does that mean as long as I’m lying on the beach, I can eat hot dogs with green bean salad? I’m not sure yet, so I’m going to do a lot more research, and in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy all things in moderation.

One final and amusing note to add to the confusion is an interesting tidbit. Bruce told me that many sausage makers are now using celery as the source of their nitrates.

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Bon appetit!

Stay tuned for a complementary article, this time about the pig and the origin of pork taboos in history and folklore.

Congrats to Lorette on her latest book

Friday, November 20th, 2009

Lorette, a regular contributer here at The Paleo Garden, has recently just published another book.  Please go to her fantastic website to learn more.

Lorette also wrote a 2-part piece here on the late Michael Jackson regarding looking at his life as A Matter of Life and Myth in The Paleo Garden:

http://www.thepaleogarden.com/2009/08/02/a-matter-of-life-or-myth-why-immortalizing-michael-jackson-is-just-human-nature/

http://www.thepaleogarden.com/2009/08/11/a-matter-of-life-or-myth-why-immortalizing-michael-jackson-is-just-human-nature-part-ii/

Lorette’s latest project is titled “goodbye, Billie Jean: the meaning of Michael Jackson

goodbye, Billie Jean: the meaning of Michael Jackson

goodbye billie jean pic art
goodbye, Billie Jean: the meaning of Michael Jackson

fifty-one writers, curated by Lorette C. Luzajic

Handymaiden Editions, 2009

316 pages

$27.95 (shipping approx. $6 to Canada, $9 to U.S.)

to order, pay with paypal.com- direct funds to thegirlcanwrite@hotmail.com- include your mailing address and note that you want MJ book!

or contact Lorette at thegirlcanwrite@hotmail.com.

book will also be available shortly online at Amazon etc.

Dearest friends, I am thrilled to announce the project that has occupied the last four months of my time. Please join me in celebrating the most fascinating person of all- Michael Jackson. I am honoured to have worked with fifty amazing writers to bring this book to you, a collection of thoughts, opinions, ideas on the meaning of Michael Jackson. These very interesting contributors range from therapist to Pulitzer-prize winning journalist to bestselling author to friend of Michael himself to monk to drag queen, and so many more. In addition, I thank internationally renowned pop artist Iaian Greenson for the custom cover commission. And I thank Toronto’s premier graphic designer, newly branched into fashion- designing shoes- Gonzalo de Cardenas for cover design.

The Writers

Jason Bourner
Russell Bowers
Coline Covington
Kevin Craig
Michael Davidson
Jeff Dayton-Johnson
Antony Di Nardo
Joseph Dispenza
Donnarama
Sherman Fleming
Eddie Ford
Timothy Gabriele
Stephen J. Gertz
Andreas Gripp
Andy Guess
Rohin Guha
Stan Guthrie
Chris Hedges
HiScrivener
Obiwu Iwuanyanwu
Reuben Jackson
Pat Kane
Jamyang Khedrup
Willie James King
Jeff Koopersmith
Kimberly Krautter
Raymond Lawrence
John Lee
Lorette C. Luzajic
Jonathan Margolis
Ralph Martin
David Masciotra
Angela Meyer
Rev. Irene Monroe
Georgianne Nienaber
Jess Nevins
(O)CT(O)PUS
Onome
Dion O’Reilly
Carolyn R. Parsons
Samuel Peralta
Michael Hureaux perez
Javad Rahbar
Dr. Pamela D. Reed
Lauren Reichelt
Ralph Remington
Steven Rybicki
Tara Stevens
Edwin Turner
David R. Usher
Uwineza Mimi Harriet

Thank you to all of these amazing contributors. This anthology would not have been possible without you.

xoxoxoxo Lorette

Congratulations Lorette!