I’d Like Some Pasta Sauce With My Wine Please

Footprints in Flour

Today was a brutal day at work. I believe the only thing that got me through it was the fact that there was a bottle of beautiful dark wine in the fridge, beckoning for me to come home. I could almost hear it calling my name….Never mind, that was my children asking me when I would be home to cook dinner. Now that I was awoken from my daydream it was time for me to go home and get to cooking.

When I arrived home I had to get going on the ingredients quick. I was really in the mood for pasta and the sauce tends to take a little while. After pulling the wine out of the fridge, I had to remind myself what I got in there for. I really needed tomatoes, green peppers, garlic and onions. Whenever I make pasta sauce I wrestle with the dilemma that I…

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Documentaries, Food, and the Sweet Promises of Pasta sauce

I enjoy watching documentaries, especially ones about food. I started watching them a few years ago when my eating habits became horrible. I knew I wanted to change but did not know how.

Even though I had a solid foundation in my cooking skills growing up, the 50-70 hour work weeks took their toll on me. Leaving the house at 7 in the morning  and not getting home until six or seven in the evening made my motivation for meal planning non existent. Instead of quick dinners and pizza becoming the exception, they became our go to. Processed foods are cheap, easy, and eventually my mind and taste buds tricked me into thinking it was the best tasting thing in the world.

Fast forward several years and 100 pounds later I was tired of being tired. The first documentary scared the *insert expletive* out of me. In reaction to this, I became a vegan for a year. Not a day, A. WHOLE. FREAKING. YEAR! Now being vegan wasn’t really the lifestyle for me. I literally dreamed about cheese for the first couple of months. It did get easier,but I never lost my desire for dairy. I did really well until one drunken night I found myself ordering the most glorious cheese pizza I have ever tasted in my entire life (at least that what the wine made me believe). Then came the guilt. I remembered the baby cows from the documentary being pulled from their mothers. After a few days of beating myself up I realized, food should never be about guilt.

After my realization, I started seeking out provocative documentaries that made me think about where my food comes from. I wanted vindication for my beliefs and  to celebrate food. I wanted to eat to live, instead of…you know the rest.

I am now very passionate about what I feed my family and where the food comes from. I am not going to be a hypocrite and say that “I only eat organic and all my meat is pasture raised.” I have two teenagers and a husband who eat me out of house and home, I would go broke. I do however, make sure the meat is not treated with hormones and if pasture raised is on sale, I buy it.

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