Life is hard.
I’m trying to eat healthier, and it’s not only expensive, it’s also confusing and hard.
Add in food allergies, and it’s pretty much impossible to do it right 100% of the time.
Still I’m trying.
So the other day I was going to fix me some roasted Brussels sprouts for lunch. It’s the craziest thing, but I didn’t like the things when I was growing up. Mama didn’t fix them often, probably because of how I (we?) acted when she cooked them. But in recent months, I’ve discovered that I really don’t like them. I LOVE THEM. There are all kinds of things I could think of as possible reasons why, but I think it just boils down to–tastes change. I don’t eat sweets very often at all anymore, and I have learned to like black coffee–something I never thought I could do. I think the bitter, strong taste of the sprouts that used to turn my tastebuds off is now the very thing I like the most.
When I was putting some in my toaster oven on broil the other day, I wondered how many to fix. I usually eat them with something else, but this was pretty much all I wanted. Is there such a thing as too many Brussels sprouts? Curious, I checked the bag they came in from the frozen foods department. I ran my finger down the nutrition information. Ummmmm, calories, protein, etc etc etc…..ahhhh, yes. Serving size. Five.
Wait. What?! Five sprouts is a serving size?
In what world and for whom?
They aren’t even all uniform size, so that’s just misleading.
But seriously. Five?
I can eat these things like popcorn, y’all. Five is not going to cut it. That’s like an appetizer.
For a toddler.
But I mean, we do have to wonder, right? Who decided that five sprouts is a good amount for one person to eat at any one meal? Or that this size of that is perfect for one person? Is there a room somewhere where folks sit around eating different portions and hit a thumbs up when the amount they intake is the “Baby Bear” just right amount to fill them without making them feel stuffed?
If so, I want to go there.
Because we need to talk.
How is one serving of this cereal one cup and one serving of that only one-half cup?
How is one slice of this kind of bread one serving, but it takes two slices of that loaf to get there?
And how in the world is five sprouts a serving and so is a big ol’ Whopper?
I need to know this, y’all. Because I really don’t like feeling like I’m pigging out when I eat a dozen (give or take) Brussels sprouts.
I can’t handle the guilt. And I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t.
Aren’t they like good for you or something?
Leastways that’s what Mama always said when she put them on my plate way back when. (Like that’s ever been what convinced a child to eat something. “Okay, you don’t like it, but it’s good for you.” “Good for me, you say? Well, why didn’t you say so before? Of course I’ll eat it.” Ahem.)
Tonight I’m thankful for the food we eat and the choices we have. I’m thankful for the good information that is out there that can help us make wiser choices. I really appreciate my changing taste buds that have me learning to love new foods even at my age. Most of all, I’m thankful that I have a mind, and I know when to throw out bad information and go with what I think is best.
I think not.
Wishing you all a healthy serving (whatever that looks like to you) of a food you never thought you’d love but do.
Love to all.