Author: jill
•10:20 AM
I was shopping at a very large retail grocery store over this past weekend. I walked through the Produce Section and felt a little sick to my stomach.

Remember when you used to be able to touch the fruits and vegetables? There were no styrofoam trays or paper bags or plastic wrap. As I looked down a row of coolers, I noticed that everything was in packages ... the broccoli has a plastic outer wrapping, the carrots come in bags, the tomatoes are in mesh packages. It is really ridiculous ... first because of the impact plastic has on our environment and secondly, because we should be able to touch/smell the food before we buy it. Some may say that it is unsanitary to touch food before you buy it because germs could be easily spread that way. But, you wash your fruits and vegies before you eat them, right?

I wish there were big bins of field tomatoes to choose from and that I could choose which red, yellow and orange pepper I want. 'Cause I feel qualified to pick my own food.

However, if you visit a local Farmers Market, you can do all these things for yourself ... and you can smell the sweetness of the food and the dirt from the fields.

As I walked through the produce department, feeling disappointed about the state of our food production, it reminded me that I had a book to tell you about. One that I read a couple of months ago, but wanted to wait until the summer months to tell you about it.

Plus, I was feeling a little sneaky ...

But desperate times call for desperate measures. Even though I have (almost) given up on reading 100 books in one year, I still want to read as many books as I can.

A couple months back I read a book called, Food Rules by Michael Pollan. It is very small; in fact, I read it in a day. It's a pocket book, an Eater's Manual, Pollan calls it.

But it is still a book that I read, right?

It is a book of sixty-four rules by which we should govern our eating habits. It seems to me that it is just a book of reminders, because there are no real revelations that will change what you know about food, but it will serve as a reminder about all the things you know about food in your heart of hearts.

I guess, it's kind of a book of common sense rules for eating. And we can all use a reminder sometimes.

I have picked a few of my favourite reminders to share with you.

Rule #10: Avoid foods pretending to be something they are not. Imitation butter (margarine) is a great example of this ... it is about as unnatural as it gets. Products like "no-fat" cream cheese or sour cream are highly processed, rendering them very unnatural. And those products that are imitation meats, made from soy products are very worrisome. I used to eat them sometimes, but not anymore. Try to stick with what is real and wholesome.

Rule #15: Get out of the supermarket (when you can). Where I live (in sourthwestern Ontario), this is the best the time of year for sustainable living. I have not enjoyed the extreme heat and humidity this year, but that is a story for a different day; however, I have enjoyed the bountiful supply of local foods. Just today, Jonesy went down to a local Farmers Market, and bought fresh (never frozen) perch from the fisherman. Honestly, it does not get better than that ... it was so good. Addie C. ate three pieces, along with at least three helpings of fresh, local yellow beans. I am lucky to live in the centre of such a rich supply of food and I appreciate it. And, we are trying to teach our children to appreciate it as well. So, get out of the grocery store and visit a local Farmers Market. Taste what your region has to offer - you won't be sorry, I promise. And for those of you who visit a cottage, you are the luckiest of all because you can combine the local foods from two different regions on the same plate!

Rule #21: It's not a food if it's called the same name in every language. I am talking about a Big Mac, Doritos, Triscuits, Oreos ... these are not true food items. I'm not saying that these things do not taste good ... but they should not be part of your everyday meals.

Rule #25: Eat your colours. There are different nutrients to be gained from each colour of food. I don't know what they all are ... but I know that it is important to eat a varied selection. Plus, it makes your plate look pretty and appetizing.

Rule #43: Have a glass of wine. Enough said, really. I'm sure this will be your favourite rule, as it is mine. However, research does show that those who enjoy alcohol regularly and in moderation, live longer and have fewer heart-related problems than those who avoid a cocktail or two. Now, in no way am I suggesting that it okay to get fall-down drunk every night. But a glass of wine with supper, or a nice cold beer after a long day at the office, is a way of maintaining a healthy life style. My own philosophy is that a nice cold cocktail helps you to relax, and gain a little perspective. At least, it does for me.

Rule #55: Eat meals. Sounds ridiculous to even mention it ... but according to studies, more and more people are snacking throughout the day. Just grabbing something while on the run. Eat a meal ... sit at a table, with a plate and utensils, and share the meal with someone, if you can. Of course everyone has eaten a sandwich or a piece of toast while walking out the door ... but that should be the exception, not the norm. It is important to experience the food. Because if you think about it, when you are just stuffing something down your throat while driving to your next meeting (or child's soccer game or Doctor's appointment), you don't really taste it. Probably because you are starving by that point, but also because you are not really focussed on what you are doing. If you sit at a table, with utensils and a friend, you want to enjoy what you are eating; you will ensure it is something full of taste and quality. Take the time to schedule yourself some meals ... with your family or a friend.

Rule #60: Treat treats as treats. This is one area my children need to work on. "Can I have a treat after lunch?" I hear this question every single day. Now, luckily for me, they think watermelon is a treat ... but that doesn't cut it every day. They want a popsicle, or cookies, or a brownie ... all the same stuff your kids want. And they get to have them, it's just that I try to ensure they mostly have home-baked treats. Pollan, however, broadens his definition of a treat to include whatever you really, really enjoy but know is not particularly healthy. For instance ... fetuccini alfredo, fried chicken, doughnuts, ice cream, Cheese Whiz. What's your (food) vice? You should limit your intake of that particular food to special occasions, instead of every day.

Rule #63: Cook. I am good at this one, and it ensures that I maintain a high level of control over the quality of food my family eats. 'Cause you know I am a control freak, don't you? You should not be surprised to learn that the decline in home cooking parallels the rise in obesity; and those who cook are more likely to eat a healthful diet.

One day, when Caiden arrived from school, he reported that the kids in his class told him that he must not eat enough because he is too skinny. He was not too bothered about the comments, but it must have been on his mind because he mentioned it to Jonesy and I. Caiden does not have an ounce of fat on his body ... in fact, he has a six-pack of muscles at the tender young age of eight years. None of my kids are chubby ... and neither are they under-weight or sickly looking. The point is that Caiden was singled out as being different because he is not fat. Things sure have changed since I went to elementary school ... when the odd one out was the child who was a little chubby.

I have visited Caiden's classroom over the past year, and I can offer my own observation that the majority of his classmates are overweight, nearing obesity ... in Grade 2. It is causes me great concern for their future health and reinforces some of my thoughts on the food industry. And the marketing industry. Caiden tells me that one little boy's mommy brings him food from Burger King every day for his lunch. Every day? Most kids bring Kool-Aid Jammers for their drink ... or a Coke. When I asked him if other kids bring fresh fruit or vegies in their lunch, he thought for a moment and could remember two kids out of his class who did. Now, of course this is not a scientific gathering of information, but Caiden is pretty observant. Plus, he has recently announced that he wants to be a chef and has taken a great interest in food, nutrition and recipes.

As I have read this back to myself, I realize that I sound bossy and judgmental. I don't mean to. However, I am very concerned for the quality and over-processification (I made that word up ... ) of the food that we eat. And, I guess I just assume that if everyone understood that the food they are eating is not the highest quality that it could be (just because big producers want to make more money), they would want to do something about it. They would make some different choices about what ends up in the grocery cart.

What do you think would happen if people found out that the gasoline we were pumping into our cars was (directly) resulting in a shorter life for our vehicles? And, it was causing them to break down repeatedly and requiring consant repairs? Would you purchase that gasoline anymore? Would people stand for that? No way, because we need our cars to be reliable and run smoothly.

Shouldn't you feel the same about your body, and the "gasoline" that you put into it? Because we need it be run reliably, with very few repairs. At least, I do.

And so in an effort to promote local foods and Farmers Markets, I have listed below some links ... check them out sometime. It's fun finding your own food!

Windsor's Downtown Farmers Market ... open every Saturday from 8am til 1pm, now through October 30th. Local produce, fisherman, Angus beef, some artisans as well.

Galati Cheese Company ... that's right, there is a family-owned company (here in Windsor), who produce their own cheese. It's fresh and delicious and makes incredible pizza! Check it out sometime.

Sartaj Flour ... this is the only flour I buy now - no more do I buy the highly processed, bleached flour found at the grocery store. Sartaj is a family owned company, and they are just the nicest people. They even gave my kids and I a tour of their mill the first time we visited. They make wheat flour, spelt flour, chick pea flour and corn flour. I have tried them all ... but I'm not real sure what to do with chick pea flour yet. It is all high in fibre and has a great taste. I use it in all my baking ... cookies, muffins, pancakes, pizza dough.

Sun Parlor Honey Company ... Did you know that there is a honey producer in Cottam, Ontario? Me either, til recently. Take the kids for a drive one day, and visit a bee farm. And you can buy as much as you can afford because honey never goes bad!

Chatham-Kent Local Farmers ... This is a website listing all the farmers and their products in the County of Kent.

Nickels Orchards ... what I love about this website, is that they have included an availability guide ... and according to that availability guide nectarines, apricots and plums are just coming into season. I've got a recipe for an apricot pie I have been itching to try ... so, I'm thinking a road trip will be happening for the Jones children any day now!!

Hope that will get you started ... but make your own list of local food suppliers. And if you have a favourite that you want to share, leave it in the Comments Section. I'd love to hear from you.
Author: jill
•5:30 AM
Have you ever been embarrassed because you did not know something? Come on ... we're all friends here. You can admit it ... it's happened to all of us at one time or another. It happened to me this past week.

I had never heard of Annie Proulx. The woman wrote The Shipping News and received The Pulitzer Prize for it ... and I've never heard of her? Of course, I know of The Shipping News and have picked it up several times, but never bought it. And, apparently, I didn't remember who the author was. She also wrote Brokeback Mountain ... you might have heard of it ... Oscar-winning movie starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger? And, I've never heard of Annie Proulx?

I am embarrassed that I did not know who Annie Proulx was. I feel like I should have.

I just finished Close Range, Wyoming Stories. It is a book of eleven short stories, one of which is Brokeback Mountain. It is well written. Obviously. However, I just couldn't get into it. Now, I am embarrassed to say it took me six days to read it. It is about cowboys and ranchers and bronco riders. I just didn't care to read about the cowboys and the ranchers and the bronco riders.

There is only story written from the perspective of a woman, The Lonely Coast; and it is written in the first person, which I love. The Bunchgrass Edge of the World is about a family of ranchers and centres on the story of Ottaline. She is an obese girl, who unlike her brother and sister, has been unable to escape the farm; so she lives there with her elderly grandfather and her parents. She is lonely and wishes she could find someone to love; but when she cannot, she hallucinates that a tractor is her friend. And when the tractor is not "talking" to her, she entertains herself by listening to a scanner that picks up cellphone calls.

The stories were mostly about hardship and struggle. They were not happy and uplifting. In fact, when I finished each one I felt a little down. There were no happy endings, no one seemed to overcome their struggles. There was no triumph.

I think my favourite story was The Mud Below which chronicles the journey of one young fellow, as he becomes a brono rider in the rodeo and learns about himself, too.

I am glad to be on to the next book. Although, I would still like to read The Shipping News. And, I am no longer embarrassed. Because I have read something by Pulitzer Prize winning author, Annie Proulx.
Author: jill
•12:37 PM
Have you ever slowed your reading pace as you came to the end of a book? Because you didn't want it to end? It happened the other night; as I read, I realized there were not enough pages left for there to be the happy ending that I crave, and so I slowed my reading pace. I was not ready to say goodbye to my friend in A Thousand Acres, by Jane Smiley. I wanted to make sure she would all be all right, but I'm not so sure she is. I actually fought back tears, feeling Ginny's loss. Her many losses. Okay, I didn't have a break down like when I read Marley and Me, or My Sister's Keeper; when tears streamed down my face, dripping onto the pages as I read; and I couldn't talk because of the golf-ball sized lump in my throat. Caiden had a small panic attack because he thought something was wrong with me. It wasn't that bad. But I was overwhelmed with emotion, feeling remorseful and heavy-hearted.

If you have not read this book, and you plan to, please stop reading now and come back to this post when you are finished. Please. I do not want to ruin the story for anyone, but there are things to discuss. So, you've been warned ... proceed with caution. I thought this was a story about taking over a farm, and the funny mishaps that the kids encounter along the way to mastering the farm life. That is NOT what this novel is about. At all.

A Thousand Acres is the story of one farming family in Iowa. And, from the outside, Larry Cook's family appeared to be like any other farming family. In fact, they may be considered luckier than some because they have one of the largest farms in the county and it's mortgage-free. Apparently, in the farming community (in the 1970s, anyway) a man's worth was determined by the number of acres he farmed minus the amount of the mortgage he owed. And, everyone knew what everyone else owed to the bank. There are no secrets in the farming community. Well, maybe a few, but we'll talk more about that later.

These men live and breathe farming. Smiley refers to "the farmer's catechism" ...

"What is a farmer?
A farmer is a man who feeds the world.
What is a farmer's first duty?
To grow more food.
What is a farmer's second duty?
To buy more land.
What are the signs of a good farm?
Clean fields, neatly painted barns, breakfast at six, no debts, no standing water.
How will you know a good farmer when you meet him?
He will not ask you for any favours."

And so there it is ... the rules to follow if you want to be a good farmer. The only thing not listed is that it is very important that all your neighbours know that you are a good farmer. Otherwise, it's all for nothing.

The story begins with a community gathering to welcome home Jess Clark, after a thirteen year absence. He had been drafted in the 1960s, but instead fled to Canada because he did not believe in the Vietnam War. No one, including his parents, had heard from him until a few days before his return. Jess' return is not the only surprise that night because Larry Clark announces (to his family) that he is going to transfer ownership of his one thousand acres to this three daughters - Ginny, Rose and Caroline.

The motivation for Larry's actions is never clear. He is an unhappy man, unsociable to the point of almost being reclusive, and the only thing that brought him any joy was his farm. And yet, seemingly out of the blue, he signs over his life's pride to his daughters. When Caroline questions his actions, Larry denies her and divides the land between Ginny and Rose. There could be many reasons for the transfer ... perhaps he really thought he wanted to retire ... perhaps it was a financial move to avoid inheritance taxes, as he explained ... perhaps he knew he was in failing health ... perhaps he was looking for repentance. We'll never know the reason for the initiation of the transfer, but once it is done, no one's life is the same.

Larry finds himself without purpose any longer and feels removed from the daily operations of the farm by the girls and their husbands, Ty and Pete. The boys have lots of ideas to expand the farm and update some of their equipment; unfortunately, because they don't need his approval any longer, Larry feels excluded. Ty, born of a different generation, was not frightened at the prospect of taking on some debt in order to further the (farm) business. He was certain that once Larry saw the new buildings in place and the expanded livestock filling the property with life and movement, he would feel content with the knowledge that his farm would flourish long beyond his years. But instead of engaging him, the new plans to expand the operation had the opposite effect and Larry spiralled out of control.

The role of women is an interesting one in A Thousand Acres. Ginny is the narrator and she evolves right before our very eyes. Women on a farm cater to the men on the farm. It's just a fact. They cook for them, and keep a clean house. That is their job. That's it. In some respects, as a group, the women on the farm remind of the Kirshner women in Kaaterskill Falls - all the same (from outside appearances) but quietly individual.

Ginny's mother died when she was fourteen years old, and Ginny took on the role of parent to the two younger girls, especially Caroline who was only six years old. Ginny has always been timid and reserved, keeping her opinions to herself. Obedient, I think would be the word to describe her. Before Jess Clark returned, her biggest act of defiance comes when she just pretends to put in her diaphram. Jess Clark intrigues Ginny with his stories of his life in Vancouver and his modern way of approaching farming. She is drawn in by Jess and thus, he is a catalyst for the change in her.

But Ginny has a secret that even she does not know about until her sister, Rose, tells her. Larry Cook sexually abused Ginny and Rose; and while Ginny has pushed the memories away, Rose lives with it every day. She deals with the abuse by spending her entire life bitter and angry. Rose is suspicious of everyone and always takes action on the defensive. She does not enjoy anything, and she actually takes pleasure in bringing Ginny down with her. Leading her astray.

Ginny has no recollection of the abuse ... she denies it even happened when Rose confronts her with the truth because she cannot remember it. The brain is a very powerful protector. It works in many ways to shield us from traumatizing events ... like a car accident or abuse or a super hard test you had to take. I do not remember anything about my brother's funeral. I know I was there ... that's about it. Sometimes, the brain will create an alternate personality to deal with the emotions associated with sexual abuse, commonly known as Multiple Personality Disorder. MPD is not something one is born with, it is a defense mechanism invented by the brain; and it is not just used in cases of childhood sexual abuse, but can be used as a coping mechanism for any traumatic event. Sometimes the brain will just block it out, as in the case of Ginny; and it is not unusual for the brain to protect itself in this manner. Returning to her childhood bedroom triggers memory recall, and Ginny does come to remember the abuse. Then, it is she who is spiralling out of control. She is no longer protected, washing away adrift and in search of stability and refuge. What she does find is her voice and the way in which she protects herself is to leave the whole situation. She literally walks away. And in the end, the farm itself is alone and desolate.

In some stories, things evolve slowly; gathering momentum until a decision is made/a secret is revealled/a death/an accident/ - some sort of climax in the story. In A Thousand Acres, the main stimulus happens in the first pages (the transfer of the land), but there are several catalysts that determine the direction of the story. Dictionary.com defines a catalyst as something that causes activity between two or more persons without itself being affected. There are pivotal moments in the story that require the characters to react and their reactions determine the path the story will travel. It's like real life, where you are confronted with choices, different ways in which one could respond; and the way you respond will determine where you will be headed - the Sunday Church Potluck, in which Harold makes his condemning speech to the congregation; Ginny's adulterous affair with Jess; Rose's drunken confessions to Ginny; the return of Rose's cancer.

You know, I just wanted so much more from Ty. He and Ginny had been married for seventeen years, and at the beginning of the story she said that stilll had a smile every time she saw him. It seemed as though he really loved her, and I just wanted him to put his arm around Ginny and tell her that everything would be okay. But he doesn't. He just watches her spin, losing control. But he cannot help her. I don't think he knows how. The only thing he knows how to do is farm. And essentially, he gives up on her.

Soil is suppose to be the giver of life. Life originates beneath the soil, and then it nourishes the plants as they grow. Bringing them to maturity and sustaining them for the duration of their life. There is a subtle irony in the fact that the soil, on these farms in Iowa, was actually killing the families that depended on it. Jess Clark speculates that there are dangerous chemicals in the run-off water, which are consumed by the farmers and their families. I'm sure it accounted for Ginny's repeated miscarriages, Rose's and her mother's cancer, the illness that killed Jess' mother, Harold's strange behaviour, and Larry Cook's dementia, which I suspect was Alzheimer's Disease.

"The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other. We were marked by the seasonal body of earth, by the terrible migrations of people, by the swift turn of a century, verging on change never before experienced on this greening planet." -- Meridel Le Sueur ("The Ancient People and the Newly Come")

The quote above is found at the beginning of the book, and I didn't understand it when I first read it. Remember? I thought A Thousand Acres was an account of daily farm life. I understand the quote now. And it is absolutely perfect.

This is not an uplifting, feel-good story. It is a great read, if you don't need to feel good at the end of a novel. It is thought-provoking, and I couldn't put it down. Maybe because I am drawn to sad stories; I am not afraid to explore the full spectrum of human emotion. What does that say about me?

I realize now that there will be no bad books on the list I selected. Lucky me ... it will be one great read after another. The only problem is that I don't really get any time to absorb and appreciate one book before I move on to the next. I guess that will be one of the challenges of one hundred books in one year. On some occasions, I have finished one book and started the next one a couple of hours later. More on that another time, I'm sure.

For now, I'm off to the Bronx ... and gangstas!!