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This post started out as a post about the healthy, protein-packed dinner we had on a rainy Monday night. But instead, I am going to give you the thoughts going through my head as I prepared dinner.

It all started when I went to reach for a packet of green onions to make this salmon salad. You see, we had gone grocery shopping locally (as in at Shaw’s in Dorchester, not local food, not by any means) over the weekend, both to save time and to avoid traveling across the city on a summer weekend. As overpriced as it is, our local Shaw’s is within walking distance so sometimes we cough up the money just to save ourselves some time. The green onions were something like $4 for a little bag, and a day and a half after purchase they were going bad. The next day I went to cook the corn I bought. Tiny kernels covered in specks of mold.  Just like the corn and green onions, the spinach we bought, black and rotten two days after purchase, the cabbage, so wilted that I had to peel half the layers away until I got to something edible.
As I thought about just how much money I had spent to get almost nothing, I thought back to my shopping experience.  I needed parsley and cilantro, but when I reached the herbs, they were sitting in at least four inches of water, slumped over, decayed.

Then it sort of hit me. At least 75% of the time, if not more, we take advantage of the luxury of having a car and being able to pay for the gas and generally having free time on weekends to drive from Dorchester to CAMBRIDGE to go grocery shopping. It’s cheaper. The produce is rakes fresher, more diverse, and generally more available. In fact, since living in Dorchester for over five years, I have noticed (and this is just by eyeing things, not by doing an actual study), that it is cheaper to grocery shop just about everywhere else. Gas? Also much cheaper. Suddenly, this made a lot more sense:

“We can give people all the information and advice in the world about healthy eating and exercise, but if parents can’t buy the food they need to prepare those meals because their only options for groceries are the gas station or the local minimart, then all that is just talk. Let’s Move is about giving parents real choices about the food their kids are eating, and today’s announcement means that more parents will have a fresh food retailer right in their community – a place that sells healthy food, at reasonable prices, so they can feed their families the way they want.”

I had listened to Michelle Obama’s speech last week, but the concept of food desert hadn’t really hit me until that moment. Sure, the Stop & Shop in South Bay and the Shaw’s near us have plenty of food. But is any of the good stuff ever affordable? And what to make of the fact that the cheap produce shop that briefly sat at the end of our street slowly became filled less with fruit and more with (multiple aisles of) giant bottles of fluorescent soda, pork rinds, and other absolute junk before it eventually went quiet, boarded up, almost abandoned.

What does it say that we avoid shopping at these places at almost all costs? And what does it say for the people whose means only allow them to shop in these stores?

I was heartened, just the next day, to read about efforts to bring farmers markets to Dorchester. I think farmers markets accepting WIC and other assistance for fresh food are a great first step.

With a  First Lady and administration that believe in food as a form of prevention, perhaps there’s hope for more food equality and fewer incidences of diabetes and obesity in our distant future.

What do you think?

 

Edited to add this unfortunate article from Boston.com about the rise of hungry and dangerously thin children. If politicians can raise millions of dollars to sling mud at each other, we should be able to provide basic food needs for children in this country.

http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/health/articles/2011/07/28/ranks_of_hungry_children_swell_worrying_doctors/?p1=News_links

Tags: Food, politics

The news of Osama Bin Laden’s death at the hands of US special forces has dominated the news for almost 24 hours. If you haven’t heard yet, maybe you are just returning from a place with no TVs, internet, or access to the outside world. While I write a food blog, those who know me well know that my politics run deep and are interwoven with my true desire for liberty and justice for all and a commitment to service, be it through volunteering, donations, or just being a considerate citizen.

Where were you when you heard the news of Bin Laden’s death? We were heading to bed after a long drive from NJ when I saw, via my most reliable news source, Twitter, that the President was going to deliver an address at 10:30 Eastern time. Like so many of my tweeps, I started to wonder and feel a little fearful. Clearly, it was important if it couldn’t wait until Monday. Or maybe Obama really did want to interrupt Celebrity Apprentice to show the Donald exactly where his place is? Winking smile

Once the news was leaked on Twitter, and then officially announced by the major news stations (where the ever “on top of things” Fox news declared the death of “Obama Bin Laden”), my mind went into high gear and stayed that way all night long. The President was cool and composed as always. He needed not stand aboard an aircraft carrier declaring “Mission accomplished”, because he is smart enough to know that, despite this symbolic victory, our mission will be accomplished when US servicemen and women are no longer in harms way.

He did well to remind America that the war on terror is not a war on any religion, and I hope that all of the people who are afraid of a head scarf remember that.

The reaction that followed the news was emotional for everyone. Tweets and Facebook updates, comments on news articles all vowed to remember the victims of September 11, 2001, something that we all of course should do. But as I watched students invade the Boston Common, chanting “USA, USA” (and I would bet that there were some “Yankees Suck” chants because this is Boston, and there always are), visions in my mind flickered back and forth between that scene and scenes of crowds in the Middle East celebrating the deaths of those killed on 9/11.

From where we stand, watching those people carry flags, burn leaders in effigy, and chant, they are terrorists. And last night, from where they stand, so are we.

And as I read more and more, including an observation from this article, where a 22 year old girl celebrated with a Bud Light at Ground Zero, I wondered if much of the excitement and celebration was downright disrespectful. And sadly, exactly what much of the world expects of us.

I was a little shocked to see people so jubilant at the thought of the war on terror being over. I am more fearful now than ever before. Ten years of invasions and war, embargoes, and questionable interrogation in various jails, especially Guantanamo, while perhaps necessary, have also helped to amplify all of the conditions that force many of these people into terrorism in the first place.

Ultimately, trying to kill off all of the terrorists or terrorists-in-training and their families is not, in my opinion, ever going to end the war on terror.

Whether it’s the gang-infested streets of an American city, a marginalized neighborhood in Derry, or an extremist group in Gaza, the root of organizing for violence against others isn’t evil. It doesn’t always require “bad people” – it’s poverty, injustice, lack of education and opportunity, fear of the “other”, faced with the sudden opportunity to be a part of something. In some cases, people who know no better think that they are doing their best.

We can do better than that.

As the news went on and on and occasionally broke to detail the devastation of the storms in the South, I wondered if hatred and celebration of death, the death of anyone, is being our best selves or if, even in the excitement and awe of the moment, we could do better.

After the 9/11 attacks, we all had stories of coming together. Whether it was a shoe store giving free sneakers to women in heels fleeing the tragedy, or in my case, groups of college classmates comforting one another and giving blood, we were all one. Last night, we came together again; as Americans, can’t we come together more often than when something big happens?

I can’t celebrate someone’s death, even someone as awful as Bin Laden. Instead, my response is to think about how we can all be our best selves. We can give up our daily coffee and text the Red Cross to help suffering Americans, sort through our clothes and shoes to see what we can give up to drives for supplies, or box up canned goods and deliver them to our local food banks.

We can be better to each other, to our neighbors, families, and friends, to the man on the street and we can show the rest of the world that THAT’S what Americans do when the going gets tough. Rather than be the biggest or the most armed, hopefully someday it will be good enough for us to just be our human best.

Tags: America, Osama Bin Laden, politics

Anyone who knows me well knows that I can be outspoken, opinionated, and passionate about things I believe are right. While this blog is, for me, the chance to share my lighthearted side and to be not at all political, there has been something nagging me this week. No, more than nagging, raising my blood pressure to the point where I feel as thought I might explode. On Monday, President Obama called the coach of the Philadelphia Eagles, and during this conversation praised him for giving Michael Vick, dog abuser extraordinaire, a second chance.

I’ll preface the rest of the post by being political for just a second. I did vote for, campaign for, and donate a substantial amount of money to Obama’s campaign. After his really serious lack of judgment this week, I don’t know what to think about him. To me, this is about more than just dogs.

Let’s put aside for just a second the disgusting crimes that Vick committed and look for a second at Obama’s actions. There are thousands of law-abiding, decent Americans who are currently unemployed, some worrying about being unable to give their kids holiday gifts, others worrying about being able to give them food, heat, and shelter this winter.

Perhaps rather than chatting about the job status of a criminal millionaire, he should be worrying about the unemployment of the rest of us.

There are young American men and women dying in two wars every week and thousands more who could not spend the holidays with their families all so that we, including the President, can sleep a little safer at night.

If President Obama wants to praise or make role models of anyone, perhaps he should focus on those who are making real sacrifices.

The man (?) lied to his employer publicly, repeatedly, and caused a national scandal. And the greedy fools that they are rehired him. While Vick disgusts me, I do think he should be able to get another job, just not one that pays him millions and turns him into a hero. There are better role models for our children. Don’t get me started on his wanting to own a dog. That would be like allowing a convicted pedophile to teach Kindergarten.

Do you think your employer would rehire you if you did the same?

President Obama is a pet owner. Michael Vick stole people’s pet kittens, cats, and dogs to toss into the fighting ring to be torn apart. Would the President want to be in the position to explain to his girls what happened to their pet dog?

Ultimately, the President probably has better things to be doing and should have thought a bit about his decision to go there.

Now let’s talk about Sick Vick. You might not like dogs. You might hate animals. And you likely have a media-fueled judgment about American Pit Bull Terriers. But if you enjoy torturing animals for the sake of entertainment and profit, there is something wrong with you. Dog fighting isn’t what a couple of doggies in the dog park do. It is a vile, forced activity that is spurred on by horrible abuse and neglect, and it is proven that these dogs are abused into violence.

Dogs found at his compound had their teeth ripped out entirely, others were hanged, electrocuted, drowned, starved, beaten, and stabbed. As mentioned above, he also stole the pets of other people, kittens and dogs, from their homes and yards, to be used as bait in the abuse ring.

I personally don’t think the American public understands the extent of what went on behind the fences of this compound or in other dog fighting rings. I have seen photos of the bloodied faces of dogs abused into fighting, and while I thought about linking to them here, I just couldn’t bear to look them up again. They are that grotesque and disturbing. Completely unforgettable. If you want to see, I am sure a quick Google search will pull them up.

I keep reading posts from people who claim that Vick served his time. To that I say, so do many other animal abusers and sex offenders who serve sentence after sentence after sentence, each time their crimes escalating, because that is what happens when sick people don’t get treated. Michael Vick didn’t steal a car or get in a bar fight. He, like a rapist does, overpowered smaller, powerless victims, repeatedly, and who knows what it will be the next time? This is obviously a larger issue with our justice system that I won’t get into here.

What people not familiar with the case don’t realize is that he served time for racketeering, not animal cruelty or neglect. Two years in a prison are not enough for someone who claims to not understand the difference between right and wrong. He is more than likely to offend again, and when he does, he will certainly have the resources and backing to do it. He is just not okay. It’s not like he stole a car; he has a scary, disturbing bloodthirst.

Another argument I keep hearing: Pit Bulls are vicious killers. At the end of this post I have included a few links to facts. You have more than likely seen news stories about people being mauled by dogs. What the glitzy media doesn’t often share is the circumstances. A dog living outside on a chain under abusive, starved conditions might become violent, whether it is a lab or a Pit Bull. And, there have been attacks by other dog breeds that have been immediately pinned on Pit Bulls before the breed of the dog was even known.

What I can tell you is that I have volunteered at the MSPCA in Jamaica Plain since September 2007. In those three years, I have walked and snuggled dozens of Pit Bulls and have been afraid zero times. They are smart, loyal, and athletic, the same traits that have made them a favorite of abusers.

If you are still reading (thank you!), I will end this post on a lighter note and with some happy stories . Many of the dogs seized from Vick’s animal cruelty ring are now thriving. You can even become friends with some of them on Facebook (Handsome Dan, Vicktory for Cherry, Victory for Squeaker).

There’s my piece. And now I just want to move on to focus on the recovery of these and other dogs and working to right the wrongs that people like Vick get away with. And it would be nice if the President would recognize the people doing the volunteering and service work in the country.

Read about the rescue of the Vick dogs by Best Friends

Pit Bulls, Fear vs. Fact

The Lost Dogs, a beautiful book about the dogs abused by Vick

Some info on Cherry and his family (one of the dogs seized from Vick’s cruelty ring)

And, finally, a beautiful video about a Bull Terrier

Tags: dogs, Michael Vick, Pit Bulls, politics

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